Song for the Fireflies

After all the lights had died

Out behind the Palisade Park

Fireflies remembered to do

Exactly what they were supposed to

Memories were like coins that tumbled

Somersaulting through the deep

Down every well we threw them in

Until they came to the top again

And out like the sun

In your hair

In your hair

Every month that ends its spin

Is picked up by the moon for keeping

Clean and safe from accidents

Sheltered from the elements

But June is like an echo

Of the sounds we never made

I swear, they find me in my waking hours

Thirty days like poison flowers

The wind in your hair

Like a sigh

Like a sigh

With intermittent rain and shine

The sky restarted six or seven times

It’s blue because it sees

All our infidelities

We both know that it’s been so long

I’m not sure what to say so I hope

Fireflies remember to do

Exactly what it was they used to