Those could be the golden days

There we were
we found this yellow wasteland
where we let our bodies fall to meet cracked earth
Stared up at the sky and watched
amber stars grow brighter with age then dull into death 
We likened ourselves to them until the moon set
Until pearlescent, lemon rain chased us from clarity 
There we were
we hid in rusted out bombs from way back 2016 because the year is 2216
murky tears amplified my hearing
Couldn’t see from where the windows ought to be
Post apocalyptic us watching and running and hiding and holding 
we could only exist in one another’s arms
chrysanthemum eyes
daffodil smiles
There we were
Saffron coloured love

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