I let her take my hand, as we walked into the night. I could feel the wind hit my face, I could hear her breathing as she began to run.

Her giggling.

It’s like I could picture everything even if I couldn’t see it. I could even picture her aura, glowing a bright yellow.

Yellow meaning joy.

Joy that we’ve once felt, we’ve once held onto.

The joy that I crave.

The joy that I took away.

Joy that I can no longer feel.

The joy can’t make me heal.

The joy that causes me pain just thinking of it.

As we ran into the beautiful night, her hand touched the trees, her feet touched the grass, her smile shimmered in the moonlight.

Everything she touched, turned gold. It was like I was watching something you would see out of a movie, something you would see in a painting. Everything she touched turned gold, she too, turned gold.

I stopped running to not only catch my breath but the sight in front of me. But she continued, she ran straight off the cliff where she diverged into golden particles.

The particles flew up into the sky forming stars.

I knew I had to let go.

I knew that joy couldn’t last forever, for she did not last forever. But even though this was all my imagination, it felt true.

It made me feel good for a second but wonder for a million.

Starr was right, she would live up to her name and that she did.

In that golden night.