Missing

About four attempts and one frustrated  Friday later, I've finally completed my first sonnet. I really have to give props to Shakespeare for writing so many.

Missing

Fireflies are drawn to time the same as I

Am drawn to smiles as fragrant as a rose.

It only takes two to tangle like the sky,

Maybe it was meant to be this way—time grows.

A wish of mine would be to fill your heart

Just as you filled mine with one simple glance.

Cold and aching even with you miles apart—

If time were ours to stop, another chance

Would be to take another walk home again,

Another second of pinching-laughter bells.

Those fireflies touch the earth before the rain

Like I wish to with your lips only to tell

A simple secret:  a light disappears

When you are absent, when you are not here.