There’s this firefly, who resides near me on the porch
As I swing from the rooftop.
It’s more luminescent than the others of its kind,
Yet lingers in its modesty.
& I try to forget it, because it feels so out of bounds.
Preoccupy myself with the other soaring lights that come around.
But it’s no use; there isn’t another creature like it-
They don’t measure up, nor can they see the hidden pieces of me that the distant flyer sees;
The mere presence of it somehow puts me at ease.
It gets so hard to lock these thoughts up, and wait for my lingering feelings to fade.
As I continue dangling in the night
Careful not to get too close,
I am the murderous blue light.