free association, three

when you land on me like

a firefly

with your Morse-coded flashes of light

I remember

the not so long ago pain

and disturbance within my soul;

cruel and empty crevices

that you filled so easily with your laughter

& your belief in me.

why then must this world

question-

ask me not again, because

I won’t answer

why the world must question

what I know to be true

that life and her

cruel inventions

created a bit of kindness and joy

in the magic

found

between you and I.