like a child dancing and leaping
through the hazy air of summertime
you capture fireflies
you clasp them in your hands
gently
and release them into a glass jar
that you place
on your bedside table
you capture fireflies
sparks flashing through still and silent dusk
and one day i found myself in your hands
now from this jar i see you
but i cannot reach you
i watch you through the glass
as lights around me fade
at night the darkness stays.

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Poetrywe are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)