Us

Us

If solitude can be traded

I would keep your jar of fire-flies,

For I can't measure up

The silence of my breath -

You grin and walk away,

Your footprints mingle with the

Lonely sun, as if its me.

           

If solitude can't be traded

I would set free your fire-flies,

They circle round the hill

As confettis from my childhood,

You stay close and knit

The moon,

The sun,

Us.