Hour Ten

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.

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