How I have longed for you for hours gone by,
As I sit in front of my computer screen,
My eyes square with every movement of the clock's elongated hand,
One sip is all I need to be transported,
Away from cold empty shared accommodation,
To memories of my grandmother now inhabiting distant lands,
And sitting in front of the fire on cold winter nights,
Alas the warmth is short lived,
So with my last sip I slip,
Into this cold April evening,
Alone once more.
