the fireflies' secret

yes, yes, i am still alive... one of my poems got published in the school lit mag o.o;

. . .

lying in the grass,
you told me the fireflies' secret
(beneath the frenzied flashing
of a million tiny buggy, seeking lights)
about how all of us
are out there, looking for someone
making the same pattern we are.
when the storm came in,
you stood,
arms aout-stretched,
my hands cupping your ribcage;
you felt unexpectedly fragile,
and i thought
that perhaps, if i held you up,
you might be able to fly.