Hummingbirds

They flit, like my memories of you
The hopes, the dreams, the obvious reality
I think sometimes that you were my first best friend

They flit, like mosquitos
I can still remember the day, perfectly

it hurts, knowing what happened after.
I want me one, she said,

I hope she gets it. Scary how you can still
feel the threads, years later.

Drawing you down, drawing you in.
To wait and see if the theories are true.

It is way too easy to fall in.
It's a honey snare.











They scatter at my approach.