The firefly in my room died last morning
Or at least I think it did
The previous night it flew around my room
Lighting up against the darkness of the night
The firefly even landed on my hand
A few seconds of rest
Before flying off again
When I awoke the next morning
I found it on the floor
Its little light kept blinking, as if
It was signaling for help
I picked it up and kept it on the windowsill
Thinking it needed sunshine and fresh air
The way we think dying plants with
Yellowed leaves and wilted stems
Need fresh air and sunshine
The way I thought you did
When those first signs of things not being right
Started appearing through the cracks in the landscape
Known as us
I left you outside to get some sunshine and fresh air
But when I came back to check on you
You were gone
And the firefly?
I never saw it again either
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