You were never mine to hold onto
Only in a memory
The wind swiftly brings the essence of spring flowers
That same smell
Your smell
I miss the fireflies from my youth
I miss so few things
Cupid shot and missed
Missed one
I’ve become a shadow of what I could have been with you
But I’ve become so much more because of you
Run swiftly my love
Run into the night
It calls you back
Away
Back to the fireflies and fairies…
