Memory Moths

I got up before dawn broke
 There were two moths
 One in the dining space
 Another in the bath
 I am left wondering
 Who is who?
 
The daughters left
 after their vacation last week
 to pursue ambitions
 and other things
 
The home is a lonely nest
 Devoid of the chatter, their
 fragrance and their flutterings
 The smell of nail polish remover
 the only remnant of their presence,
 in their absence.
 
And the moths,
 As if overseeing
 the twilight of these years.
 
Dressed in grey suits, sit calm
 One on a drape, the other,
 on a window sill.
 
This manifests a phase gone by,
 As the left over butterscotch
 ice, creams in the freezer,
 And the pepperoni pizza
 converses with the capsicum
 sweating in the vegetable bin.
 
In an otherwise empty fridge,
 In an empty home
 
And the moths…
 they go around their business
 Like two well versed minstrels
 Overlooking the happenings
 In a small quiet apartment,
 That only a few days ago
 had a bumble bee buzz.
 
And honey and maple syrup,
 on waffles and pancakes
 is but a pipe dream, up until
 the next vacation.
 
When bees will buzz again,
And moths will wear bling.