Fireflies

I can remember the smell of the air where I parked my car

Up in the hills where you lived when you got that crescent scar

I can still recall

The sweetness of it all

That bougainvillea wrapped around your garden wall

The moon hung low in the dampness of a front porch night

Follow you down to the riverbank by torch light

There were always fireflies

Fireflies followed you and even if I

Hadn’t been a firefly I’d’ve followed you too

Hanging on a deck, just wrecked, howling at the moon

No one left to stop us, and the world was our balloon

Carry us in some old broken-down van to parts unknown

Someone lost his number from their very important phone

No one touches us

you’re either on the bus or

You’re poking holes in Mason jars so the fireflies can breathe

Standing on the beach, laughing at the waves

No one left to stop us, nothing left to save

Maybe it wasn’t the way I remember but I’d swear it was

Something inside me’s as sure as I’ve ever but just because

I was there with you

And you were right there too

And the fireflies in the jar died a long time ago

There were always fireflies

Fireflies followed you