Like searching a winters sky of grey for a welcome patch of blue,

I look at every passing face in the hope of seeing you.

I miss you more than sometimes, still haunted by regret

Remembering our time is easy, but it is too hard to forget.

And flickering in my heart is an everlasting flame

That keeps at bay the shadows from the place that bears your name.

The catalyst for turmoil that distracts my every day

And stimulates the yearning that needs to cast my lot your way.