Rest In Peace


As the memory of your light fades

my days grow dark.

I stay up at night think of you.

I’m afraid of the shadows

I think is you in the dark.

I’m afraid that you will come back

and then leave again.

I’m afraid that

you will never return to the place

you once were known.

I’m afraid that my next thought

will be of you.

I’m frighten that

I will run out of poems to write

beforeI run out of this pain of absent.

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