Akihotaru

Even in autumn, some fireflies continue to glow-
faintly, gently, almost as if they might disappear at any moment.

Their fragile light feels out of season, a little lonely,
and yet, it's quietly beautiful.

"Thank you"-left unspoken.
The warmth of your hand,
and the light that shimmered in your palm that night.

"Akihotaru" is a tender ballad of parting and silent prayers,
gently gathering fireworks, stars, fireflies,
and the memory of you.