For you that night
emanated an eerily familiar light.
Unbidden, a new longing beat silver wings
a moth so feeble against this window
of opportunity.
This is how a moment,
in the vastness of all moments
became caught in a loop
in this lament
of a empty eyed songstress.
A kiss that was never kissed
beats its fragile wings
at the edge of our
summertime sadness.
