Fireflies

If I go
Will you think of me with love?
Will your heart be filled with regrets?
Or will you bury yourself in work
so that there is no space for feeling
loss rejection forgotten and why things are so.

If I stay
Will you think of me with love?
Will your heart be filled with regrets?
Or will you bury yourself in work
so that there is no space for feeling
loss rejection forgotten and why things are so.

When will we hold hands?
Sit on the porch watch the fireflies
Bright dots of glimmering shimmering
suspended among the darkness
A morse code of on-off dots winking
scintillating stars in the hedgerows
What are they searching for?
do you understand that like a trapped firefly
love looses its luminosity.

We never hold hands
I sit alone watch the fireflies
At twilight they float among the shadows
Hovering flames that light up the dark
Fluttering candles that burn bright
I grieve among the solitary flickering winged baubles
Its as if everything in the garden mourns
for a love that passed on.



Notes

I keep altering this one, if you are reading this I am probably altering it at the same time!