Afraid

As the memory
of your light
fades,
my days grow dark

My nights are lit with
electric bulbs.
I cannot sleep.
I am afraid of the dark.
I am afraid
that you will return
and then fade again.
I am afraid that
you will never return.
I am afraid that
my next thought
will be of you.

I am afraid that
I will run out of

poems

before
I run out of

pain