Little Stars
As fireflies spark the sky, I think about my father. When I was young, and he was alive, we’d sit on the patio and watch fireflies fill the darkness. We talked well into the night, talks about little things that meant so much. Back then. Now, after a long day at work, I go back to a place where I pay room and board. I’m on my own, alone at nightfall as tiny lights flicker in front of me, and dance. I feel a sense of stillness, while shedding my years. For a moment, I’m a child again.
stepping into void
visions seen by eyes grown young
little stars live on
July 17, 2022
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