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.