Firefly


Today as I lay awake,
The early morning sun creeps through the window.
I contemplate.
Do I look to the future or at the past?
You are a part of my past,
Can you be a part of my future?

My mind drifts to the sight of the first firefly of the summer.
I am drawn to you like a child is drawn to its light--
Curiosity.
What makes you light up the way you do?
Where have you been and where are you going?
Will you return tomorrow the same as you left today?

Somehow,
I know so much about your life,
Yet, I do not know you at all.

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