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
you
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.