…golden

…the other day i met a gentleman who appeared to be golden-

not designed for me golden, but a breath of fresh air golden-

he wiped my tears, fed my soul the most beautiful meal of wisdom, and held my hand in prayer before existing the lyft ride-

he said i love you and i sent the link to one of my dearest poems for him to read- ‘the messenger’

it’s been a week- he never even responded- i always second guess my writings; so i was rather excited for his spiritual feedback-

cuz he seemed so golden- cuz he seemed so golden-

not designed for me golden- but a breath of fresh air golden-

but when your mind is chaotic, like my mind is chaotic; one suffers to wonder-…

maybe it was me- maybe i wasn’t golden enough- not even a breath of fresh air golden-

or maybe he was really a dull ass yellow- my eyes were just too fckd up to see-

idk- shit hurt tho.

kb