Vacant

First sonnet (gods help me). I dislike describing poems in hopes they stand on their own

Not even ghosts would dare to tread where I,
Within my hollow shell adrift at sea,
Alone among the bones of dreams do lie
And darkest Winter comes to set in me.
Knowing that with my open arms I could
Allow Her in so that, within a breath,
We would together be and, as we should,
Entwined and laughing in the face of death.
But even that has failed me now that you,
You wretched creature, stranded me within
This wasteland place whose only lighted view
Is from the past - the sun now waning thin.
And you my darling left me here alone
To learn for which sins I'm meant to atone.