Maybe what stays with us is—
a moth at the window
breaking the surface of night
you saying you’re scared
that moth hitting glass
that sound of hope
that sharp tap tap
the pillow around our ears
rough confessions
this poem half heard
feeling like we're both the moth here
finding the light distracting too
mistaking lamp glow for stars' warmth
persevering despite knowing
the dust of our hard work
dissolving with the dew
the things done before dawn
the stray hair caught in sheets
the imprint of wings
Angharad Williams (she/her) is a poet living in Manchester, UK. She has previously been published in Petrichor Magazine and Green Ink Poetry and was recently longlisted for the Briefly Write Poetry Prize. You can find her on Instagram and X @angharadpoet