A moth was on my kitchen sink,
I pondered what he was doing there.
So I decided to stop, I decided to wink,
But no response, should I even care?
He was beautiful and calm, so I will let him sleep.
“He’s not dead,” I whispered, “he’s dreaming of the sea.”
I repeat it loudly and proudly, so I won’t weep.
A lie becomes the truth, if you believe it to be.