Solitude Of Yesterday's Existance Poem by Bonnie Collins

Hollows of my soul lies fragments of
love that has not been forgotten

Traveling along life's road has never
changed the foundation inwhich set
it free to begin with but rather experienced
a life without the roots of its soul

AS we each age and life now begins its
new channel and each looking back, with
bliss, and with memories that are filled
with the right potion for preserverence
WE each are locked into this ever so
powerfull web that has maintained itself
all these years

But as our time now is runinng on its flip side
One element I have not prepared myself for
and that is when one of us should go, how
will we know, or how will it affect us

These questions are starting to perplex
my imagination, and at times I dread
picking up the obituary, funny, but I think
you know what I am refering to

Our souls were so intertwined for so many
years apart, but somehow the other always
new, and could except, but the exceptance
of a non existance is a solitude of yesterdays
existance.........