Less Than Perfidy

Again, I remember you intensly
in dark night.

Fractious with myself
to fill in the void-
for not writing any end.

Trying to become human,
revenge for revenge-
life measures the exactness.

Like holding a firefly
in my palm, I was searching
the light.

Still trying to shake off
the dust, the ash, from the wings.
A long flight was ahead.