I was in the golden hour of my love. I had stopped noticing the sun until you stood over me like its rays. The sun was yellow, I knew that, I thought I knew everything. You showed me the pinks and the blues. How it illuminates every green blade, every leaf. Every sunset isn''t just day's end, it's a chance to see what love looked like in our veins. But love was only pulsing through mine. I was guide in your golden hour, not your companion. And when you reached your destination you were so sure of your last steps you left me there. And then it was just the moon and I like every night before you. Now that I've been to the sun and back, I know the rays weren't meant for me. But for a moment when I thought they were, I felt my heart wasn't loving alone. I still love this hour. I still love this memory.
