Empty rooms
and corridors      
apart
    from the furniture    
unmade bed      
after
    unmade bed    
no end in sight    
no beginning    
of a relationship    
in years.
Single candle burning    
casting shadows    
on the night-time blinds    
drawing and opening    
curtains      
again      
each
morning and night.
Hoping
    today    
might be different    
not having      
to do everything    
by yourself
    yet again.
Things getting harder      
with the passing      
of each year    
being the owner    
of hands      
rarely held.