Golden Hour Poem by Hell 'Farya

You're half-turned towards the light
Leaving maybe, not quite staying.
But the golden hour does you right.

I've watched you in a hundred frames,
always just about to say something - but
You're half-turned toward the light.

mouth soft with almost-laughter,
eyes doing what they love doing.
when golden hour does you right.

The lens lies. It makes moments
seem like choices. You were never
half-turned toward the light.

'you were always going, always
almost gone. But damn, the way
golden hour does you right.'

So, you remained. Because of nothing,
but because the shadows fall,
where you're half-turned toward the light,
and golden hour does you right.