Goldenhour is a song I wrote based on one circumstance:
the loss of a friend through the loss of a lover
On 11/21/2010 I received an email from the girlfriend of the man I had been seeing for a year.
I was 22 years old. I confirmed and terminated the relationship immediately. On 12/1/2010 I wrote the woman back.
He was in town that night. He tried to email me before I saw him in person. Ignored email, forced him to wait and talk. Can't remember how many more shared nights I let myself have. Then he left. Then I marinated on the whole experience. Then I wrote him back.
I had set my email to dump all incoming messages from him to my trash folder, and held the willpower to not check.
A week later, I had a terrible dream with him in it. I checked my trash folder. He had sent a message the same night:
When I had started seeing someone else, this man messaged me saying he was back in town, seeking closure.
I was interested. Probably more curious than anything. We met at the public waterfront to talk, where we sat for a few sentences, and then he proposed to me.
Then he told me he didn't want me to answer. That I could tell him the answer in the future. I asked him if he thought that was an acceptable question to ask of me. He didn't understand what I meant.
A year or so later he married a new human and is living happily in New York City with their son.