No More Possibilities Left Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to music now springing like a pogo stick into the future, always looking for the essence of another place and time that can never be brought home again in this lifetime.

An excess energy having no where else to go, all chances of our love having disappeared into a twilight zone somewhere in the future.

Leaving no pathways or crumbs to follow this heart into the future for there are no more possibilities left for love between either of us.