Nothing Left Now Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing down pathways of least resistance, not wanting
to stop or be reminded of the loneliness of his life.

Barely holding onto his heart for he had buried his wife
amid great confusion and sorrow.

Flowers lying around, dying in vases, colors fading, aromas
now decaying.

Glistening tears seen everywhere, nothing to be seen except
through the tears that continue to fall incessantly.

Nothing to erase the beauty of her life, only enhance it
the more he looks around, seeing all the things and places
they used to see and do together.

Now nothing left of her being, only the memories he has kept
and treasured throughout the years, only the silent memories
to keep him company now.