my firefly

Written on a piece of scrap paper on feb 6th, before the sad came creeping back and my words started hiding from me:

Wednesday and there is sunshine. A clear blue sky reflecting the universal greenness of life. I think I am watching the redwoods inch towards the sky, long green feathery fingers stretching towards an unattainable sun, in an infinite sky.

I’m still thinking about you. Warm white skin in the middle of the night. I keep feeling compelled to reach out and touch you.

You are a moment, a pair of moss green freckled eyes, a beautiful soul, a delicious drink, a fast burning joint.

The time we spent together was so simple and lovely.

We simply existed together in unison, inhaling oxygen, exhaling marijuana.

I wanted to capture you like a firefly, holding you in my jar, watching your luminescence.

but I’ve always known that my happiness never lasts.