As the memory Of your light Fades My days become dark My nights Now lit With electrics And no longer The joy of you I can no longer sleep I am afraid of The memory of you In the lonely dark In the scream of silence In the ache of absence I am afraid I've run out Of tears 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 shall Run out of poems Before I run out of pain