Moth Fluff

Called once or twice.
You did not budge.
Touched and poked you.
You did not budge.
Waved my fingers in your face.
You did not blink.

Were you dead?
I did not think of the cause.
I did not call nine nine one.
I did not budge.

Did I sit beside you?
Yes, I did.
To be one with you.
To be still and silent
and to be strong.

Was I strong?
I was not strong as you.
I broke down in tears.
I drowned in sorrow.
Your expression was as blank
as my white gessoed canvas.