After every sunset he stands before her, motionless as a leaf in winter’s grace
they gazed into each other’s eyes
and spoke the language of the night.
The candle between them spilled onto the wood under the burden of the flame it carried
and moments spent in the bliss of silence under the wax were buried

Often he would trace his fingers down her rested palm
only to feel the sensation of touching nothing.  
He had known her his entire life still he never knew her name
hours would pass by him wondering why they had met
and the candle continued to age under the burden of the flame.

His solace in the glow
reflected off those dark eyes
burning like embers of a dying fire
whom the night has come to claim,
his deep despair expressed as a sigh
and the candle continued to age under burden of the flame.

With a heavy heart he stepped away,
leaving her teary eyed
on the other side of the mirror.