It’s always
about the sun
with you.
It rises
and sets
with her
and she’s
the sun
in your sky.
I wonder
what your
favorite season is
because I
suddenly realize
I don’t know
and it’s probably
summer
because it
reminds you
of whoever
she is.
You look
at the denim sky
and see her face
instead.
After all,
she is the sun
and summer
and cool breezes
and warm rain.
She is your light
and day
and life
because nothing lives
without her rays.
Maybe that’s why
you’ve always
loved
the sun.
~Patience~