Back Pockets Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Back Pockets



Singly walking into the sunset, deftly looking interiorly
at the space of loneliness left from days past.

Echoes falling on deaf ears, alighting in recesses of my
mind instead.

Leaving an indelible impression etched upon the thought
process of life's energetic memories.

Tucking sadness of time immemorial in back pockets to
be taken out when I don't want to forget the portrait of
my love in sentimental journeys that I take continually
within.

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