Gold

You wanted to see me again,

I wasn't sure how it might end.

Already preparing for a loss.

We'll play cat and mouse,

while we exaggerate stories

to show ourselves off

cause no one can know about our worst.

We'll hide from our parents,

we'll hide from our friends

and make cocktails

with the sweet looks we exchange.

We'll judge other loves,

we'll say they weren't the same,

because it’s those decisions, sweet but perplexing,

that reek of time gone.

We'll eat spaghetti at midnight,

you in your ugly dressing gown,

sweetly sombre,

with that frown which drowns the living room.

But I want a smile on your face,

and a warmth in your embrace,

when you tell me through the chalky haze of evening,

that we’ve got a long way to go,

but you wanted yellow and you got

gold.