The Wine Glass, the Candle, and I

My purple wine glass sits
it's filled only with water
even ice has abandoned me
just the wineglass left
and the water

the candle flickers
and I know it gives off scent
one I would love,
but I cannot smell it

These things feel like an echo
I can see the flicker of passion
but cannot be warmed by it
And my heart and my body hold ready
the ache to be filled
but I stand waiting
filled like a wine glass of water
without even the tinkling of ice
against the sides