Stay Golden

A poem

Photo by Randy Kinne on Unsplash

I walked away from you because I needed to find myself again
I was so lost in us that I couldn’t find a way out.

I was on my way to complete self-destruction, with you a not so innocent bystander.
It’s easy to think back on the golden moments when we laughed and kissed.
Those moments are soaked in a delicate sunrise, fresh and transparent.

But fleeting.

It’s not about love, I told you.
It’s just that I hated myself more each day and I needed to breathe.

But now I think about what could have been and I remember you holding me in your arms and I remember you biking 45 minutes to give me keys when I locked myself out.

I remember.

But I also remember the screaming and the tears and the hurt so sharp it threatened to splay me open.

I remember.

But those golden moments sure were nice.