As the light of your memory fades
my days grow dark
the nights are lit with electric bulbs
I cannot sleep
I am afraid that you will return and fade again
i am afraid that you will never return
i am afraid that i will run out of poems
before i run out of pain
what will I do now that you're gone?
well when theres nothing else going on
which is quite often
i cry
until i am too numbed
to feel
paralyzed
motionless for a while
nothing moving, inside or out.
then i think of how much i miss you
then i feel
fear
pain
loneliness
desolation
then i cry
until i am too numbed
to feel
