Cursive letters printed in gold,
collecting dust thus shimmers in the glimmering sunset that was once ours.
Italicized words poured out from my soul,
written on the dusted paper I stare at for hours.
Sunsets die down,
weeks become months.
I loved you then and I love you now,
each and every day that passes a stronger love has grown.
When golden hour transpires once again,
my heart mourns the utmost tremendous love I have ever known.