The Little Moth that Stayed

They’re the unexpected guest,
The gatecrashers of the nocturnal soirée
that dance amongst the lights then leave come day,
But you were different from the rest.
The little moth that stayed.

I gave you a story, a personality, a name
that all too much reflected me
(or maybe what I want to be)
flying away next morning again.
The man that yearned to flee.

When I saw you that very last night
relentlessly tackling the source of light,
did you wish it be an open flame?
Am I to do the same?


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