everything is beautiful in 4pm December light.
even you, shadows under your cheekbones,
sparkles in your eyes for the first time.
I hate to say this, but I still love you
when the setting sun tells me to.
I obey him now,
like I used to obey you.
whether it is to your will
or the heavens',
I fear I may
always
bend.
but I don't mind.
everything is beautiful in 4pm December light.