He stood
On my doorstep
While rain puddled
On his shoulders
His eyes glowed
Like fireflies
In a misty grove
In the midst of August
I left the door
Open for him
But he stood there
Staring in the distance
I watched
By the window
As he stepped through
The wet pavement
One blink
was all it took
For his own shadow
To swallow him
One moment
Was all it took
For the firefly
To die in his eyes
He was just,
Afterall,
A passerby
He's never meant to stay
