Traces Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shaking salt over wounds of yesterday, breaking them open again and again.
Tuning into a special sadness which also holds within it,
joy of yesterday.
Hoping and wishing to go back in time, knowing it can
never happen, because reality is so true - so stark - you can't get beyond it.
Living through days of sorrow, grief pounding on my heart
and mind, bringing reminders and traces of love to the forefront.