Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.

In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.

Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.

They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.

With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.

Sharing now that you are no longer here is difficult - I
hear only the constant echoes of your silence.

Walking away from our favorite places, I leave a little
of self behind each time - soon there will be nothing
left of me.

Wanting to reach out and grasp again what we once had
is an empty gesture, filled with pain and emptiness,
because you are not here to reach out to me.

Our relationship on earth will never be, it has been
severed by death's insistence in our lives.

Listening to you with my heart, seeing your reply in
the salted tears that continue to fall.

Your life was called and you answered fully, not leaving
anything behind.

Our story is not over as long as I still remember you with
love.

Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived
on earth.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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Comments (66)

Dear poet RoseAnn, Life is Poem and vice versa. When we feel sad, the Poem takes us deep into the ocean of Love. A wonderful emotive expression, i'm really moved reading this poem. ++10 Chandan
Lost and alone. Nicely written and well communicated.
Beautiful words, elegant construction, sweetened imageries. It's my pleasure to look into this, dear poetess. 10+++
Very touching poem.. a ten...
I like metaphorical language: thoughts at a distance- interesting using space, spatial distances, far-away, light years away is your love, etched in my memory's mind as opposed to my minds memories... Your sad memories have a mind and life of their own haha... Silence echoing - silence can be deafening, echoing... Memories repeat over and over again... Bring the black curtains down for now my dear, let in the light.
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