Maybe It's Time

Moth(s)

We are both just moths.

I am the moth that clings onto the light like Icarus clung to the sun.

You are the moth that eats at clothing.

I watch you devour the fabric and try to tell myself to focus on the task at hand. But I can't look away.

Watching the cloth deteriorate reminds me of how we were a few months ago when nothing else mattered to you except for your next fix. And I don't want to stay here any longer.

This light is fake. It holds no benefit and will only lead to my demise. I'm tired of reaching the endpoint without really getting anywhere.

I fly away, towards the open window we came in through. I turn to call out to you to join me but I don't get a response.

I have to leave you here.