You cried in the midst of cold where loneliness crawled on your knees. Once, you cried due to sickness of souls - death which smeared your life with awfulness. You said days came by in a scent of candles which were rimmed all over your body;
Dear lover, I can only use words to touch you, my hands cannot reach past the kilometers that separate us in time. I wait, but at least I do not wait in the vanity of emptiness, not knowing who you are or for whom I wait.