Oh, tenacious moth.
Why do you torment me so?
Flitting about with no
destination.
An exhausting
holding pattern.
Repetitive smacking
Into my blank laptop
Blinking cursor
of which
I curse.
What are you searching for?
An exit.
A portal.
Your purpose?
Stop the deliberating,
Experimenting,
Debating.
With kids gone
The room quiet
Your wings scream
Time to go.
Will leave the door open
As I let myself out.
Godspeed.
