Not again.
you've burned for me for some time now
now i rattle you
and i hear the sound
of your flaky innards

i'm through with you
(or did you burn out on me?)



nicer now.
i thank you
for your steady light
for the darkness you held back
i turned you on and off
ever faithful
you shone for me
not once complaining
if i left the room
leaving you lit

leaving you behind
or perhaps not bothering
to turn you on
for weeks at a time
still you were there
waiting for me
burning for me
til you had no lumens left to give.

- Moth