ghost moth
now this return of a ghost from the shadows, moth-soft.
its breath visibly pleated inside a small unspeaking mouth.
its beaded eyes, condensed obsidian spheres, moonflower intense.
i befriend darkness by its wings that are half sheen half lace. and measure space by its wingspan to travel light years into the past. when you and I were aflutter against blinding love.
i tell you "i am lost without you."
"love doesn't need a memory" you whisper.
"i wish …" i begin to say
but every memory dissolves into diffused light.
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