This firefly has lost its wonder.
Please don’t forget me when I’m gone.
If she could just erase your fingers -
If we could feel nothing at all.
I forced myself to blow out the candle in the window.
This blackened void stretches forever.
Spending nights prostrate on the floor -
We’re too young to be this old.
Illumination is dead in its jar.
These nights I wander alone.
Move past the fear of leaving;
A cry distills the light.
Angry words are pouring from your eyes.
If we could need nothing at all -
I forced myself to blow out the candle in the window.
These shadows cannot last forever.
Some days it’s hard to believe.
We’re too young to be this old.
They never warned me that I would have to face
All this emptiness alone.
© 2009