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a light and its bulb

One of the four lights over my vanity blew out today

The bulb doesn't look the way it used to look

It doesn't look the way it looked before the light

It is hardly noticeable, but once you spot it you can tell

It's a shade darker in one area; a little burnt patch from the light

It was the light that blew out, not the bulb

But now neither are useful

 

What's a light without its bulb -- the glass casing to hold it in?

A light without the bulb still shines

It shines too brightly though

Despite the high melting point, the tungsten filament can be extremely delicate

It needs its glass case

 

What is a bulb without a light -- that which makes it useful?

What is the purpose to an empty glass ball?

I suppose it can be beautiful, if viewed by the right person

But can it really be appreciated by most without the light?

 

One was delicate, it needed another to keep it from falling apart

One was empty, and needed another to fill it with light

Both needed each other

 

So am I the light or the bulb?

And which were you?

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