J 3

 

Gold in the puddles on the ground

and in the sunlight crashing down

around your face and in my eyes

blinding in the golden skies

when I looked up and you said

 

“I’ll make an honest woman of you.”

 

I should have stopped there

clutched my heart

and keeled over dead.

 

Now I know, now I know

it will not get better than that

one bright moment

one second in the sun

one pulse of light

was all I had.