“Strawberry Moon”

Heaven's Berry

Fireflies blink through dew-kissed grass,

sending Morse code into the darkness.

The sky blushes rose-gold beneath Heaven's berry,

and summer blooms with lifetimes of remembrance.

The Strawberry Moon hangs low,

ripe with things I thought I buried.

Old summers stir beneath my skin.

The laughter.

The hunger.

The people who became ghosts

without dying.

Tonight,

everything feels close enough

to touch.