Sitting on the porch
cigarette smoke swirling
all around.
The darkness is only lit by
hundreds of fireflies
and that little burning ember.
I remember you reaching
for my hand, electrifying.

"Look into my eyes"
I could tell you wanted
me to see something.

I remember like it was yesterday.
Endless pools of suffering with
so much amount of heartache
I could almost feel the daggers
in my chest.