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.