Running through the green summer grass...tears in my eyes...
I told my mother I was going for a walk....to catch some fireflies.
Flashes of his face come back to me.
I can feel his buttersweet lips.
I can feel his smooth light skin....
Against my finger tips.
I can smell his shampoo..
The one I've always loved.
I remember that night he lay with me.
As we watched the fireflies cheerfully floating above...
I remember the feeling...
Of feeling so comfortable in his arms...
I remember how I used to feel with him...
Like I was protected from all harm.
It was like nothing could ever ruin us.
But recently all those feelings were diminished.
As that safe feeling I'd once held,
transformed into bruises and cuts.
Slowly those begin thoughts fade.
And reality slaps me in my face,
As a firefly lands in my hand....
Those flashbacks are quickly replaced.
And I place my hands into the sky...
And slowly dance around,
As my tears begin to dry,
And gradually fades...my frown.
I ignore that new, yet familiar residue of lonesomeness.
And I remeber I'm not alone.
For the sole fact that I have my little fireflies.
I leave those memories with them...as I head back towards home.
Will I ever let him go?
Chase away those bitter sweet memories....?
Or will everytime I see a firefly...
Think of how he and I together....used to be?