Missing Us Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Since being back in the U.S., mostly just sitting here
at my desk, writing poetry, commenting, thinking and
writing titles for my poems, then posting them.

Not like being there with you, walking every day, talk-
ing, listening to music together, loving how you took
the time to do these things with me.

You gave of yourself, unselfishly and fully, here no one
will walk with me or do anything else, so I just sit at
my desk alone.

Happy when you come talk to me, thinking of all the good
times you and I had together, remembering every single
one from this photographic memory and missing us.