Golden Hours

The wind howled like a wounded beast. We sat in silence on that old, creaky bench. For a moment, it was just us and the fading light. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock, marking the passage of time. The somber palette of gold and crimson painted the endless sky. Your eyes held a melancholic depth.    My gaze drifted towards the celestial expanse. "Do you think the stars feel lonely up there?" My voice was barely audible.   You squeezed my hand as you vowed to make our forever last. But even in your comforting touch, I sensed the underlying fear.   "Soon, we'll be separated."   Oh, darling, I wish I could freeze this moment, preserve it in a jar. No worries, no goodbyes, just us and the quiet. But I know that's impossible. Life marches on, relentlessly and indifferent to our desires. Like petals succumbing to the relentless autumn wind, it was destined to scatter and fade.   This creeping sense of unease settled over me. A sigh escaped my l...

I found myself standing across the pond, watching you. It was a familiar scene. The one we used to share so often. But now, it feels like a lifetime ago. As if the moment felt frozen in time and I was caught in a scene from a bygone era. You were there, laughing and playing with a child I'd never known. He was born long after our paths had diverged.  How could it be that so much time had passed? It felt like yesterday we were strolling through this very park. When our mirth mingled with the forest's song. The wildfire that used to burn brightly. But life had torn us apart, leaving a gaping hole in my heart.  Years have passed like leaves falling free. Washing away the vibrant hues of our passion. Each day I tried to paint over the empty spaces with new experiences, but the colors never seemed to blend quite right. Cause you're the missing piece that could never be complete. And as I watched you from afar, I realized that the pain has never truly gone away. It’s a constant c...