Contemporary Glory

By RyLee Weatherby

Days like today,
days that will always be 
shrouded in gold in my mind.
The dry hot air, 
the shockingly cold water on my feet,
the sleepy haze of the drive home- 
all reminding me of the long summer afternoons I enjoyed years ago, 
bathe me in a pool of nostalgia 
that I can't quite shake. 
They were, simply, my golden days,
today was the same. 
Memories of my past 
as I stood at the edge of a cliff 
ready to jump; 
the moment my feet left the brink 
I was flooded with adrenaline. 
It reminded me of love. 

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