There is less
Less to connect to
The chapel closed
Filled with scaffolding
The restaurant open
All hours now
No more waiting
Or more longing
Brother Daniel away
All routines broken
This may be the last time
This time I may leave early
Although
In the early hours
In the dark silence
One light is sufficient
To gift a purpose
To grant a stay of execution
If only I had bought that candle
And the box
Of everlasting matches
