Wishful Wandering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wishful Wandering



Many times wondering where I am, where I am going, now
that you are no longer here.

Feeling like a child, lost and alone, afraid of the
future, crying.

Wishing to be with you once more to share special moments
in time.

There are no more spaces of time, no more minutes or
hours, we have already spent them.

Now no more will we be together on earth

Thursday, April 24, 2014
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