Candlelit Dream

For a moment, I imagine you’re mine.
It’s the time of year
When days are plunged into night
All too early.
Darkness seeps in, unnoticed.
Our room is warm,
The colour of candlelight.
We sit together, you reading,
Me watching a film: a love story.
It doesn’t move me.
The film ends
And we go to bed.
Simple, honest and warm.
The best part of my day
Is remembering how much I love you.
You’re not mine.
This is all a dream.
But this love, although unrequited,
Is my most treasured thing.


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