Golden hour Taking photographs on the lawn Hand cut cloth Your poetry was on Red stained heels from stepping on strawberries We laid down until our backs turned green We spun cocoons And lived inside Slept for years And grew towards light But I'm so afraid of what's out there You said to me as I combed your hair So were we wrong to go Get so entwined in it? Did we really know? Cause I thought I did Know you Know me Know what? I don't