Hollows of my soul lies fragments of <br />love that has not been forgotten <br /> <br />Traveling along life's road has never <br />changed the foundation inwhich set <br />it free to begin with but rather experienced <br />a life without the roots of its soul <br /> <br />AS we each age and life now begins its <br />new channel and each looking back, with <br />bliss, and with memories that are filled <br />with the right potion for preserverence <br />WE each are locked into this ever so <br />powerfull web that has maintained itself <br />all these years <br /> <br />But as our time now is runinng on its flip side <br />One element I have not prepared myself for <br />and that is when one of us should go, how <br />will we know, or how will it affect us <br /> <br />These questions are starting to perplex <br />my imagination, and at times I dread <br />picking up the obituary, funny, but I think <br />you know what I am refering to <br /> <br />Our souls were so intertwined for so many <br />years apart, but somehow the other always <br />new, and could except, but the exceptance <br />of a non existance is a solitude of yesterdays <br />existance.........<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-of-yesterday-s-existance/
