Fireflies—
I remember what you've said before,
that they were stars fallen from the sky
for us to be seen, to mend my cry.
So I believed you.
Then you left—
adding more tears, making me search for them,
yet they're nowhere to be found
just like you.
Two years ago—
the last time I saw one,
the time you told me about their magic.
now, I still can't see one.
We are your fireflies now?
