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