I’m not supposed to feel this way;

like a firefly lost in a forest,
always to be unseen by your brilliant eyes;

like a frog floating on a lily pad
too far from the shore.

There is clarity before dawn,
but blindness in the day;

and I am not to feel
as a rat searching for a crumb

while you’re far away dreaming
of a honey bee napping on lilacs
against an auburn sky

resting its gaze upon your lips,
just barely alive
through the cracks in the trees.

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