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.