I have been waiting for you since the sun set, holding a candle in my hand that flickers with every breath of wind. I sit patiently at the gate, hoping to see your silhouette in the distance, longing to hear your footsteps on the gravel path.
I wonder where you are, what keeps you from coming back to me. I try not to lose hope, but the night is dark and cold, and the candle is burning low. I pray that you are safe, that you will return soon, that you will embrace me and kiss me and tell me you love me. I wait for you, my love, with a candle in my hand.
