fireflies
is where I started this journey
it was in a jar that
lights began twinkling
and it is now
almost an age later
that I drive through
under fireflies
which mark the moment
as the best part of the evening
one spent with friends
and deafening beats
but distance is what
creeps in
when you're not there
despite being there
distance creeps in
when your love hasn't
been yours
in as long as you remember
distance creeps in
when you haven't had a moment to
pause
to ponder
or just to do nothing
nothing at all
