If I lay here, would lie with me and just forget the world?

On the window panes, the rain drops paint our story. The wind knocks on my door signals your advent. The thunder covers the distance between the sky and earth in a second, gives me no second thought that we will be far any long.

It’s already time, you should come now. Sitting alone on the old rocking chair, I hear the creeks it makes. As if with the time passing by, it is singing the sad song of lost hope. But the flicker of the flames at fireplace has a different story to tell. In the ashes, those flickers were mustering the courage for me.

It’s dark outside and these lightning bolts, the wind, the rain is saying something, I hear them all. But my heart refuses to listen to them and the wait gets longer.

You won’t leave, there was no goodbye! We didn't talk. You can’t just leave!

But somewhere in my heart I know, you left to never come back.

Now I get up and traipse towards my room as tomorrow will be just another day waiting for you, another hope, another despair, another sadness, for it all has you but there ain't another you. I will wait for the summer solstice  as it is the only thing I am left with..