Tonight I saw a firefly blink briefly. I had to look twice. I thought they had all died.
Walking with you has become a chore. I notice the subtleties of moonlight on the leaves overhead but all you see are buildings, power lines or plastic bags. I examine your mouth or eyes for confirmation of wonder but lately, all you do is scream.
Not all is lost. I once saw you smile at a spider web. And you are happy when it rains.