I was reading
and this beautiful white moth
flew past me,
between me and this notebook.
A few inches from my hand
but I didn't reach to grab him.
It's not because I'm slow
or didn't want to,
but that he's free.
And that's something I can't quite grasp.
I wanted to touch him
to see how he felt.
I wanted to...
But my soul does understand
that the reaction,
the consequences aren't worth it.
So I trapped him with my eyes.
And he didn't seem to mind.
I watched him go
until he was so bright my eyes
swelled shut.
I never knew freedom
was so pretty.