Haunting Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tiny teardrops falling from within, being shy, not wanting
to be seen.

Loving touching my heart so gently, tenderly, not wanting
to disturb intellect.

Yet the sadness haunts my mind because you are not here
with me, my dear.

Letting my feelings come from within in tiny drops of
tears, showing my love for you so shyly.

Desperately not wanting to frighten you, for everything
will be all right in the morning.

Getting through this night will be the hard part, thinking
of all that could go wrong.

Testing all possibilities intellectually, not wanting to
accept any of them.

Hoping to see the sun rise with a new hope and promise for
a better day today than what is it right now.