Afraid

by: Angela Cahoy

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