Lighthouse

A dark and stormy night. The sea has taken it's toll over you. Strength is slipping away, just so very tired.
In our darkest hour when we question our fate, a single flicker of flame burns in one remaining candle. Courageously fighting off the darkness that is in our minds and the bottomless sea. The wind blows so strong and it is coming so close to putting out the fire, the last hope.

Hopelessly I look to the sea, to see a sign, anything to tell me that you're still breathing. It's just darkness. But in my heart I know you're there, I feel you, and you're very much alive. I rekindle the fire in this old lighthouse, that is built like a fortress against the elements. Please make it home, make it home to me. It is cold, and I don't know where you are, but I will not give up. I know you're there, my love.

Lightning strikes and I think I might have seen something on the horizon. My heart leaps, but I have no idea if it's true, my mind could be playing tricks on me. Please be you!
The wind is picking up, kicking cold black water around and I can barely hear my own thoughts.

I try not to worry, because it doesn't make good food. I cook every night, always two portions, one for you and one for me. You always loved my cooking just as much as you love the sea.

Another night it seems, alone. I'm getting used to it, but I really long the day you're here. I'm sure it will come.

I wait for you.

Love.