The Moth by Nic Arico

As I leaned
against the lamp post
watching her window,
I thought about all the ways we were closed off
to one another.

The light came on and I felt myself rise
I saw the silhouette appear, too far away for figure
for depth and color
Somehow, I knew it all the same

I was exposed in the open square
where hundreds of other windows looked down
toward me leaning against the lamp post.
The gentle hum of the light
I felt a bit like a moth
until your light turned off
And I breathed a sigh of relief

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Nic Arico is a proofreader and short story writer from Staten Island, New York.  He attended Hunter College, where he studied English and Creative Writing.  His first short story collection "A Good Time Had By All" is due out soon