Hint At It Poem by Wes Thompson

I was the simple coloured thread
he spent hours weaving
to tie around your ankle
and the song she sang along to
the book you borrowed and always meant to read
with a four leaf clover pressed between the pages
I was the cold air that made her lips
stick to yours
to leave you both laughing
I was the walk around the pond at midnight
the itchy grass
the mosquito bites
and the letter you spent days writing
but never sent
I was your tightened fist clutching the moon
and all the sleepless hours
you spent dreaming through the night
I was the firefly that shined so brightly
but only for a moment
I was