Disconnect,

it's hard to deal with.

All the fireflies scattered long ago

leaving you alone.

The night sky seems less enchanting
and journaled words about gold leaves,
seem impossible anyway.

So what do you do?
When your protective scarf
d
i
  s  
 s
    o  
     l
      v

                 e       
         s
and you are bare to the cruel world's teeth?