The light flickered on and off
A man blew out smoke
Followed by a harsh cough
As a woman spoke…
His eyes were fixed upon the light
Transfixed upon the bulb of glass
When brand new, it shone – so bright
But, then, time must always pass
He remembered when it was first installed
The brilliance of it, he reminisced
Recollecting that thought, he also recalled
Her radiance and illumination – he missed
In the somber silence after sunset
The trusting moments of the past
He smoked the cigarette, with regret
Till she spoke, finally – at last
… “I do not love you” and more
“I only cared about you” to finish.
Yet, only the echoes of what came before
Repeated, replayed, and did not diminish
Heartbreak numbed his weary mind
No words, no response, could he find
And without warning, no alert, the end came about
The bulb, the light, the love – were all snuffed out.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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