Moths

I'll stay a little longer here with you

where I'm most comfortable.

In this attic where we spend our days collecting dust

and slowdancing around the little flame of our past.

And even though you've been crying yourself to sleep every night

your makeup still looks intact.

At the end of my five weeks I'll remember your lip gloss:

as sticky as the amber we're stuck in,

as shiny as the light that got us trapped.

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