Novel & Cerita Longing Poems

The loneliness was especially palpable during the evenings, as she sat in her apartment overlooking the city, the skyline a stark contrast to the star-studded country skies she was accustomed to. One particular evening, as Jane sat by her window, a letter from Mike in her hand, she felt an intense wave of longing. The letter was about a local fair they used to attend together. As she read his vivid descriptions of the merry-go-round, the cotton candy stalls, and the fireworks, she could almost smell the popcorn, hear the laughter, and see the vibrant colors of the fair. Each word was a stab of nostalgia, amplifying her longing for him.

How much longer can I endure this silence before it unravels me entirely? I do not know. But I know this: if he walked through that door now, if he reached for me, I would forget every tear, every ache, every hollow hour. I would fall into him as though the two years were nothing but a cruel dream. That is the nature of longing-it breaks you, and yet you welcome the breaking. And so I wait. For him. The night presses on. The city hums faintly below. My candle is gone, the air tinged with smoke and lavender.