Love Is A Confusing Role Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Are there really any basics to loving another, if so,
what exactly would they be?

Does pain and heartache play a role in a love that has
moved on?

Wonder what, if anything, is basic to a loving relation-
ship, passing in the darkness.

Never again seeing one another, ships passing along the
way, holding lonely songs that no longer matter anymore.

Can love ever be assimilated in the midst of basics of
love that don't ever seem to exist.

What will really happen when crying in the rain, feeling
the pain of a love that was once ours.