Less Than Perfidy

Again, I remember you intensly 
in dark night. 

Fractious with myself 
to fill in the void― 
for not writing any end. 

Trying to become human, 
revenge for revenge― 
life measures the exactness. 

Like holding a firefly 
in my palm, I was searching 
the light. 

Still trying to shake off 
the dust, the ash, from the wings. 
A long flight was ahead.