Moth

We could possibly count many ways

in which moths

dwindle in our ways of light

the songs we're tired of

the kind of music she's fond of

sheds light into my back

warm summer days that speak

for themselves

I was entangled in fears

oh, how I spoke of tears

when she ran away

the music just went off

never dwindle in bones they said

like the ways

moths

dwindle in the ways of light.