FIREFLIES

We shared
Laughs and tears
Coffee and fears
Our love for black
The scar on my back
Stubbiness in my finger
The pungent smell of ginger
The rush in speed
The bowing of a seed
And now...
Now I cannot
Encounter
My favourite fireflies
Without you
Popping up between my eyes.

MINE

He is a moonlight night,
Skin sun-kissed & bright,
Coffee in bed,
A book unread,
Rainbow dyes,
Orange skies,
Floating clouds,
Gatherer of crowds,
An exciting dare,
Undone hair,
Tearful smiles,
Unopened files,
He is all of this,
And much, much more,
A bit of everything fine,
All of this, but just not mine.