Dead friends and dead dreams

This isn't melancholy

This is new beginnings

Fields of my memories and lightning bugs

I catch one gently, and let it go

This is how it should be

Daylight submitting to night, allowing the cascading hues of magenta to mingle with the orange and red battle.

I'll catch you one more time, and gently let you go.

You're too beautiful to be held in my hand. I'll let you roam.

Just don't forget about me.