Days of Longing

The days of longing
Are days of emptiness,
Days of doing without,
And days spent waiting.
These are the days
The sun stays hidden
Behind skies dull and grey.
Outside, a light rain starts to fall,
Pitter-patter on the windowpanes.
I hold my fingers to the glass,
It’s cold and chills me to the bone.
I find no warmth and take no comfort
In the burning log-fire built for one.
But the flame of a single candle,
Evokes memories that fill the heart
With warmth and sheer delight,
Memories of days spent with you,
Days of wholeness and completion,
Days so different from
These days of longing.