The Golden Hour

6:00 a.m.

It was her 28th birthday

She loaded the dirty laundry into a washing machine

and looked at the toilet that she needed to clean

She fixed her hair, she took a shower

without even looking at her own reflection on the mirror

She grabbed a cup of instant coffee

and gulped ounces of it to steer away the terror

She tossed the cup in the bin

but missed because her hands tremored

Time passed like light speed

And she saw the sun set as if fading away in retreat

Her eyes glanced out the window

With an almost unnoticeable sorrow

She comes home with her daughter sleeping in her bedroom

And on the sofa was her tired husband

still in his party clown costume

At the corner was the telephone with five voicemails from her mom

but she never found time to listen to her qualms

She goes to work the next morning

with layers of concealer under her eyes

and an almost unnoticeable wistful smile

One day she woke up and she was 70

Still doing the same laundry

Still drinking the same instant coffee

She looked at her daughter walk down the aisle

with her father who almost never smiles

She brought flowers to her mom's grave

Talked a little, but she couldn't hear her from the other side with the distorted soundwave

She still walks out her doorstep with the same shoes

Almost getting tired of hearing the same news

She still sees the sunset from that window

And she still looks out from them with the same almost unnoticeable sorrow

She woke up and she was 28 again

She started to make an effort to notice her face on the mirror

She took time to look at her mom and cheer her

She hugged her husband more and this time tighter

She sank her lips into her daughter's soft cheeks

And never dared to miss a moment when her innocent lips speaks

She walked out the door before the sun could set

to finally buy a new pair of shoes, they were red 

She walked the earth as if it were her first time

and she locked her gaze into the golden sunshine

Time passed and she's now 92

And on her deathbed, she said

'If there's one thing that sunsets had taught me,

It is that transitions can be beautiful too.'