Comparisons

You, like idolatry clean and holy me, like mud holding heavy footfall, reluctant to let go You, like the optimistic flame of an iron lantern, radiating me, like the pallid moth trapped inside, embracing the flame to get it over with. You, with footsteps fading from my ears as you recede into the concrete ocean. me, standing still as a shipwreck watch as leaves ebb and flow in streams, casting worried looks my way