Poem: Natalie


My favorite memory of her

is when we snuck out

that humid August night.

Fireflies lit our path

through ghostly trees,

and up the mountain

to our secret place.


We lay in the cool grass,

sharing stories of

past lives and

future dreams,

a mass of glittering lights

unfurled above us in

the thick, ebony sky.


She was weightless,

her hair spilling

out behind her

like gossamer moonbeams

on a starless night.

She laughed,

and firecrackers

ignited in my veins.

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