Let The Sun Warm You
By Kristen Lee
Let the sun warm you, the way it did while you biked along the beach, with kites painting the sky and the sand reflecting gold.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as you walked drunkenly from Union to Bay.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did while you sat on the rooftop, watching the sun create violet silhouettes against the buildings that skim the sky.
Let the sun warm you,the way it did as you sat on the grass, in a haze that marked the end of a summer.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did when your dad took pictures of you and your mom, posing in fields of flowers, with her then long arms wrapped around your little body.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did when you held their hand and you forgot that your heart was even beating.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as you sat in the quad, waiting for them to look at you.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did unknown to you, as you walked through security, waving to your family.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did when you first learned that everything had been a lie.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as you closed the curtains so you could sleep.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as you walked through the mud.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as you ran.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as it woke you up from your heavy slumber because you forgot to bring the shades down.
Let the sun warm you, the way it did as you walked outside and smiled.