Lost

I thought I could save you
By save I mean stop you
By stop I mean trap you
In a firefly jar

But I know every escape route, the way they twist
And evade you
It’s in the mess that I made, too
A black vein of ink
On the floor
The stain spread fast
Between the tiles

I dropped and watched it for awhile
Like a river
From an airplane window
I could see you waving at me
In the sky

I thought I could change you
By change I mean break you
By break I mean ground you
But you were lost
When I found you