Lightning Bug Hair by Haylee Massaro

While we were nestled together,
You would lie sound asleep, while shadows danced upon the eggshell walls. I was awake.
Inching closer, I used to place my head next to yours, on the pillow –
Inhaling your lightning bug hair.
Kronos had already marked these days, though.
But, there I was in this moment, so blissfully unaware.
Years have gone by and you’ve moved farther away, and I miss you.
On summer nights, though, away from the city when the air is aglow,
I breathe in strongly to catch the scent, and it reminds me of you.
For a moment, I can close my eyes and smile, but it’s always short-lived,
Because remembering creeps back in, and I miss you.

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