You knew you were going to die
That’s why you came inside.
We have more in common than you know.
You’re addicted to the light.
I hide in shadows.
I lay on the floor and wonder what you’re thinking.
The loudness of trying to understand a self, or another.
The silence of feelings that tear me open.
Your wings leave dust on the walls.
Proof of life.
You existed for a brief time.
I was just here longer.
Endings are what make us whole.
When we come full circle, is it a moment of peace?
I know you were only here because you were trying to get back home.
I read moths are confused by artificial light, they think it’s the moon leading them.
I wonder if I was the light you were seeing.
Something in myself, I can’t see.
I find you laying down in the morning.
I turn on the light one last time.
Hoping part of you can see.
Still see me.
