Midas Touch

Every night I watch as the sun kisses the ocean goodnight
Never once leaving her without a goodbye
Refusing to abandon their love.

My mirror flashes back an oceanic portrait of myself
Showing my waves, my tides, my crashes
A lonely sea without the sun.

Memories bleed gold into the darkest corners of my mind
Sunbeams that once danced on my skin
Crawl back into the shadows.

A cruel reminder that my perspective of love is skewed
The sun never truly touches the ocean
They are lightyears apart.