Only, Lonely Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely, bereft, aimlessly walking, looking about, finding
no companion of old to be with.

Painstakingly realizing that I am alone, curling up in a
fetal ball, eyes longingly watching for you, no messages
at all.

No longer caring about the rest of nature, allowing it to
do what it will.

Lying here where we used to share this space of green grass,
feeling empty-hearted, tears sloshing invisibly down my face.

No where are you to be found, sighing deeply, I cannot get
you out of my heart.

Deftly, I wander through my mind, looking at shared memories
of not so long ago.

Hurting deeply inside, sitting here in the backyard that once
was ours, and now is too big for only one.

Carrying on like before is too hard to do, I must constantly
reach for you or listen to your voice.

Neither happens as I lie in the noon day sun, finding it hard
to just be alone.

Lying down, looking to escape through sleep, hoping soon,
dreams of us will overtake my mind and give fractious moments
in time to imagine us together again, but I'm only a dog.