4 o'clock

Sometimes

You'll look out the window 

And see the 4'oclock light

Shining through the trees

 

The way it seeps through the leaves

Takes me back to

 

Laughing in your passenger seat, window down

And the day at the park, when you begged for forgiveness, a second chance

To the road trip I took topick you up in the enxt state at a job site, you begged to be home with me

Or the dozens of soccer practices where I sat, alone.

 

Take me back

 

To the light in the trees

Bring back that hugging breeze

This poem is about: 
Me

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