Gold (written by Sarah Bennett)
Our jeans are covered in grass stains from a day of rolling down hills,
Ripped on the fence we climbed over
To escape the terror you created in your own mind.
When we walk on the shore you break the seashells.
I want to save the delicate,
A reminder to myself I know how to be kind.
The moon is a shining face with a generous smile
I only see with eyes half closed.
I realise this is the only way your love is shown.
You ask me what I look forward to when we get back.
I don’t speak my answer out loud,
But I want to say the future, which is painted in gold.