The Summer of the Forest Firefly Drought
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kelsiemarienoel
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A warm poem about a first love whose life got taken too soon.

The Summer of the Forest Firefly Drought

You smelled like bonfires and tamed my ghost stories.

You were my Christmas in July, so gifted and pure.

The sizzle of a match cracking and scratching the outside of the box, catching flame. You thought outside my box, you hushed my embers tame.

Today, I miss you differently, yet still the same. They say grief comes in waves. But you left a forest fire inside me, and I haven’t rained in a couple hundred days.

You thought outside my box,

you hushed my embers tame.

My smoke didn't choke you, no matter how big my fire came I couldn't burn you down or out.

Becoming cinders, ashes to ashes, a slow fade-

we never wanted that anyway.

I counted every star in the Milky Way, wishing

I could alter infinity, I mimicked every bird's mating call wishing I could whistle you home

without losing my breath.

A witness I was - to the fireflies fizzling low

on pine tree hills during sweet tea's summer's end.

Today, I miss you differently, yet still the same.

They say grief comes in waves.

But you left a forest fire inside me,

and I haven't rained in a couple hundred days.

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