Zero Sum

From the drawer's dark

I pulled it out,

cold plastic, a stark

little thing, no doubt.

My thumb found the button,

a stiff, satisfying click.

Numbers flashed, then sudden

reset, quick, quick.

Zero. Zero. Zero.

A moment measured,

then lost. No hero,

just a past unpleasured.

It promises to hold

a sprint, a breath, a wait.

But the story's told

before it seals its fate.

Just clicks and lights,

then back to nothing.

A quiet fright.

A ceaseless moth wing.