Charlie to your love

Perchance,
I will not be able
to give loving words
to my silent mouth
but
Dressed motely, and
ragged
I will play, Charlie
in your love

Perchance,
I will loose my self
swarming into city lights
like a moth
yet
to my vision perfect
will ever crave
the distance
towards full moon

Perchance,
May you remember
out of me; but
sadly
when I will die
of my last puff
remember; that
I played Charlie to your love