Nothing helps, the longing for inwardly, thinking and wishing, it is the time of longing, of silently pleading for redemption, for touch and warmth.
It is the time of waiting and dreaming to lose the time of secret tears and fear.
Time of desire and time of memories.
Melancholy and hope alternate, as do joyful thoughts and heartache.
The salvation then at reunion and the soul heavenward until then, trapped in time without you. © ewald apperle