A Short Poem for Longing
Like a moth to a candle, you’re an enticement I can’t handle.
You’re the easing to my tears, the teasing to my ears,
The assurance to my worries and the courage to my fears.
You’re the movie I wish would never end, the page I will never turn,
The seam that I will never mend, the lesson I’ll never learn.
Each rule I would break, beyond a simple bend, each match I would strike to burn.
The closest thing to Heaven in this Hellish home in a hearth.
You’re the easing to my tears, the teasing to my ears,
The assurance to my worries and the courage to my fears.
You’re the movie I wish would never end, the page I will never turn,
The seam that I will never mend, the lesson I’ll never learn.
Each rule I would break, beyond a simple bend, each match I would strike to burn.
The closest thing to Heaven in this Hellish home in a hearth.
Eric Riley