call me moth.
a pale reflection of something
almost lost. I am like stars overhead
at noon. I am a white flag in your eye.
whatever does that mean, no,
you, you answer first
else, I am a flicker that you missed.
I am not the moon.
I confess, I like being near to flames.
are you burning my friend?
I get to see Light reflected
back into me. landing here
I get to know this unseeable face.
I get to know, it’s me. but
it’s also you.
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Wowza. This poem is so beautiful. Those last lines, “it’s me. but it’s also you”—the essence of connection. We see each other, the light in others, we reflect it back and we absorb it as well. Moth to a gentle flame. ❤️
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No one everever said Wowza to me before today. This is going in my diary. Thank you Bridgette. I am who I am because of you. But then, that’s true for all of us. Happy Moth Day. 🙂
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