Moth to a Flame
a moth to a flame,
you say my name
and I turn.
you call it love,
this burning.
but you were never the fire,
only the hand above it
tilting the candle,
letting wax fall where I stood.
and now beneath you,
I harden
not ash,
but something buried,
fossilized in what
once kept you alight.
Versey
❦
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