RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.
In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.
Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.
They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.
With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.
Sharing now that you are no longer here is difficult - I
hear only the constant echoes of your silence.
Walking away from our favorite places, I leave a little
of self behind each time - soon there will be nothing
left of me.
Wanting to reach out and grasp again what we once had
is an empty gesture, filled with pain and emptiness,
because you are not here to reach out to me.
Our relationship on earth will never be, it has been
severed by death's insistence in our lives.
Listening to you with my heart, seeing your reply in
the salted tears that continue to fall.
Your life was called and you answered fully, not leaving
Our story is not over as long as I still remember you with
Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived
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