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.