Over – Ramya Sriram

like a moth to a flame
in the darkness
of a power cut

hovering around
the candle ring
carefully dodging,

but at times
almost dipping
into the yellow, clumsily

I keep coming back
even if I don’t want to
I wish I could leave

I wish I could leave
but I’m here

because I forgive
so easily
every time

the heat
lightly burns
the edge of a wing

wait! the power’s back
the flicker dies
in a whoosh

I’m free.