A Lonely Dream
I wrote this after I realized I was in love with a friend. Obviously, this will have to go in the “romance” section, R.
We’re laying there, wine bottle in hand, slowly passing it back and forth from one to the other. We’re talking a little, but mainly our focus is on the film. The light from the television set is the only in the room, it flickers across our faces. The pillows against which we rest are dimly visible.
