Gold

I remember a golden glow
and happiness.
I remember laughing, smiling,
loving as though tomorrow
would never come.
I remember golden leaves 
dripping from gilded trees,
pooling in a glittering puddle,
waiting for young lovers'
toes to disturb it,
dipping toes and
running,
leaving everywhere we go
a trail of gold.


But
nothing gold can stay.
Too soon,
always too soon,
the golden haze fades away.
Disappears,
leaving only cold 
and grey
tomorrow.
In gold, we glowed.
In grey, we exist.
Goodbye, sweet gold.


Goodbye.