Precious

 You were goldto my electron the summer endlesslove a crucible. Like autumn leavesthe years have left us staring at the gapswhere light enters. You were goldto my electron our fingers laced:leaves scatter a glitter path that leadsalways to the edge. Light in an August kitchenripples of laughter pivotal minds entwinedin teenage heads but now I’m clutchingmemory: you are goldto my electron: burn me.