poison berries, so simple yet seductive,

Brambles beckoning like a throne beckons to

a Crown —sinking its thorns deep as if they grew

you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.

you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future.

Dear, that fifteen minutes, a week

less than.

all it took for you to worm your way in. 

A day. A moment. A lifetime crammed between seconds.

a bond that is a force to be reckoned with.