he hasn’t seen the light like this in so long.

I think the afternoon is when the sun

decides that it needs to shed its layers.

this is when the sun hasn’t quite

decided to fall in love,

or the moment before it realizes

that there is no decision.

you have fallen in love

I missed your afternoon light

the leaves and the bare shoulders

and the children playing soccer in the grass

and I have also missed your pinks and oranges and

the purples you have decided to color your world with.

I miss knowing the way the light

fell across the grass onto your crossed legs

here there is only the hard morning

kicking through last night’s water droplets

and the night

the sting of the cold against my ankles

and the moon.

I wonder if you’re ever looking

when I am.