I had a dream I was composing an epic poem under a midnight blue sky covered in a blanket of bright stars. There were reams of paper billowing and the work went on for hours until suddenly there was you. You brought me hot cocoa and clementines and sang me Christmas songs slightly off key. Then the snow began to fall so we went inside and sat by the fireplace reminiscing and laughing until we both fell asleep. When morning came you were gone, but I had a poem. I remember feeling loss coupled with acceptance; it was a strange kind of loveliness. I knew you loved me, just as I loved you, but then I wept anyway.