How the sun setting in December
teaches us to love more often
than we do \ how looking back
is a little brighter
than it ever really was \ how moving forward
can be as grueling as living day by day \ how saying goodbye
doesn’t feel as endless
as the goodbyes you didn’t say \ It’s the moments we believe
are made up
even when we lived them \ It’s how you love someone
you’ll never see again \ how your heart breaks
for the very first time \ how your heart was broken
the last \ It’s all the you, you ever wanted to be
before the first voice said, you can’t.

It’s how the sun sets in December—how flavors catch your lips.
Its caterpillars and butterflies \ its trees and fingertips. 
It’s how all these marbles
fill my pocket \ it’s how yours
do the same.