Existence Of Forbearance
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Drops of salted tears fill oceans with their sorrow,
emptying the loneliness left within when you were
taken by death.
Silent and bringing grief into a solace that is
intensely quiet and still, nothing being heard,
not even a ripple of a whisper.
Totally alone in this existence of forbearance, not
minding at all, because there I can think of you the
way we were when you were here with me.
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