I left the doors open,
and the moths came in
looking for a light
there has never been
in this run-down house.

I am sitting in the dark
while they melt the felt
of the dress I never wore,
to the dance I never saw,
in the life I never lived...

It may seem minor to you
But to me it's so much more.
I know these flying beasts aren't new
And I know there's going to be more.

I need warmth and comfort,
Not ridicule.
Yet you seem to relish discomfort;
You enjoy making me feel a fool.

I feel utterly alone