I'd never seen one before, up close, or held one in my hand. But that summer of loss, when I saw you walk away, on that street 3000 miles to the East, I couldn't know that would be the last time my eyes would see you shine. But that evening, distancing myself from all, I wandered in a deep green backyard and the fireflies emerged. With the inherited awe of a child, I reached out and they came to me, Fireflies, When our life together ended, I left behind fireflies.
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.