Firefly

my eyes didn’t need to adjust to the night because it was hardly dark more gray and as I saw you hovering under the silhouette of the rotting pear tree and although as I said it wasn’t dark could still only see you blinking in the same spot tried to understand you but couldn’t could only attribute my thoughts to your position and thought this firefly is communicating with me or thought maybe you thought that I was with you with my cigarette covered by my hand to protect it from the invisible drizzle but that was all bullshit we weren’t communicating but I was still certain that there must have been some reason I was there and you under that corpse pear tree blur must have had your reasons for not moving just flashing flashing flashing and I thought I was crying but it was just the rain which made me feel like a damned fool so I wiped my boots on the mat and went back inside and wrote you a poem