My heaven feels so far away. Departed dreams and wishful deeds, way above. A moment of a lifetime, as though a fog and your presence just like a mystery unrevealed, like it never was.

The pictures say something else. Your smiles are matched with mine. And those smiles I have, sitting next to you, are those I keep looking for.

But where are you?

How far would it take for me to find you?

Do you look with those same eyes with pride for me from above?

A spark of ambition his eyes of pride would give me, shame would blush my cheeks with his eyebrows bent. Since this vision has failed with your departure, where do I find my dreams, my ambition, and my lust for life?

Often mistaking stars for fireflies, I reach out to grab it. When air fills my hand, to reveal nothing I try to recollect what I was looking for, a star or a firefly. This is what happened to my dreams, my departed dreams.