Shadows lurk around every corner, waiting for memories to come to light.
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Faces never clear, wanting to come closer, but tears are a crystal barrier to death.
Knowing truth of your existence deep in my heart, touching it gently with every thought, trying to hold on, yet letting death grow stronger by it's own insistence.
Reaching into hidden corners, searching for your presence, wanting to hear from you.
Silent shadows penetrate my mind leaving me behind, hoping soon, we will be together again.