Even the grass has friends

I traced the curve of your lip
and the sparkfle of your cheeks
in the lonely night breeze.
The fireflies drew your hair
but nothing could fuel your eyes
so I left them there
dangling off the edge of my finger.
You couldn't care for me
so I held my breath as long as I could
and let the ants set up camp
on my back and my shoulders and my neck
until I could die no longer
and I breathed you away.