8-11-09 Living in the Dark
© 2009 Scottie Allman

I am living in the dark
My light has gone,
– When was she last here?

The love I planted in her heart
Then failed to tend it well,
Soon withered and died on the vine
– Nothing but a bitter fruit remained.

The garden that was out life,
Stands empty and cold.
The gray cloud of her absence,
Blocks out my only sun.