Fire Flies

If she noticed
She gave no sign
Sitting on the back stoop
Watching the fireflies
Before I could speak
She asked me to come inside and do her
Before I could answer
She took hold of my hand
I let her lead me
A little while after that
Frustrated
Watching the fireflies do their thing
I stood on the stoop
Listening to the chatter of crickets
Sounding oddly lovely
If she noticed me when she left
She gave no sign