Why do you come to the light?

It is your death you know.

You’re fluttering about my room

doomed to die on my cluttered floor

You should not have trusted my open window

And yet you did,

Why?

Why did you come to the light?

Was it out of blind faith that you came?

I’ll have you know you will not make it long

You will exhaust yourself against the lamp

upon me wall

You saw an opportunity

And took it willingly because

When the cool night air met with the stuffy

air of my tiny bedroom

there you were

And how?

How is it that you being so fragile

were so bold as to come here

and I being so sturdy

am too afraid to go where I must go?