I just want to wake beside you at seven,
When the world is still, and the light is uneven.
To watch you reach for the alarm, still lost in sleep,
Your hair messy, yet somehow, you're everything I want to keep.
I want to be the warmth when the day has drained you,
To be the silence that comforts, when nothing else will do.
But most of all, I want to whisper in the night,
Telling you "I love you, " until the dark feels right.
Then came the day when I knew it was true,
That you would never be mine, no matter what I do.
In dreams, I held you close, but only in that space,
In reality, you were a shadow I couldn't embrace.
You were the sun that never touched my skin,
A warmth I reached for but could never win.
So I stopped wishing, though it cut so deep,
Some things are meant to be lost, to stay asleep.
You were the dream I held so tight,
But in the end, you were never my light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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