every ten years give or take
my house decides
it needs to be changed

at the beginning i do not notice
it starts small
the fans slow down
and the doors cannot close
but only when
the lights fail
do i truly realise it

i stare up at you, an empty lamp now
and i try to think back of the previous lamps
that i loved and have left me
and although it only feels like yesterday
when i met you
i no longer have memories of anything before you

i consider taking a photo
but you are nothing but a husk of yourself
and i think
that is not how you want to be remembered

ten years ago,
i might have taken a photo of you
but even if i did
i would not know where to find it
if i can find it

there is a new lamp
it is different
but just as beautiful
i am not used to it yet
but i know i will love it as much as i love you
because this is my house
and i love everything about it
even as it changes

the electrician tells me this lamp will last me a long time
it is better than the previous ones, you see
because the bulbs can be replaced separately
he gives me a bulb, complimentary
daylight, he tells me

i take a photo of it in its glory
i already know that ten years from now
i will have forgotten you
and i will have lost
this very photo

but why is daylight so cold?
in my memory
the sun is always gold