Going back to a place frequented daily in the past saddens <br />us, memories are happy, yet instantly bring tears to our <br />eyes, because they are no longer alive. <br /> <br />Living on when people close to you die, is very difficult, <br />choosing to hide within, roaming the immense inner deserts <br />alone. <br /> <br />Mirages appear and our hearts quicken when they feel them <br />near, yet while watching, they gently smile and flicker away. <br /> <br />Extreme sadness fills our entire beings, wanting to be held, <br />hugged, smiled upon again, nothing happens and we die a <br />little more inside. <br /> <br />Thinking with loss we lose a little of ourselves each time, <br />and our own death is the culmination of all our losses. <br /> <br />When we have no more, when there is no more room for loss in <br />our lives we become a loss to others. <br /> <br />Dignity and respect of life are premature, they need to <br />develop near our end, growing faithfully so whoever is left <br />has the greatest memories opened and exposed in all their <br />beauty.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-loss/
