Fireflies. They seem almost as bright as the stars.

The sweet aroma of yams meets my nose. It's almost time to eat.

I hear footsteps coming toward me. I smile. I recognize the sound.

The couch shifts as he sits down. I look into his eyes. He smiles at me.

It's quiet now. The only sound is the crickets chirping.

In another time, another place, another world, we could be together. Happy.

But now we just smile. And dream of what can never be.

We sit close but never touch.

We Smile.

We Dream.

Of Fireflies.

Of Us.