Elijah

This one’s for Elijah,
A man we never met;
Once his heart was beating,
Once his dreams were let.

Have you witnessed fireflies
Sold in parking lots?
I was in a steering wheel,
My soul was in the trunk.

Elijah, you’d be older now,
Embossed by what was not;
I live with futures lost in me,
Subpoenaed for my loss.