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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
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Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 12:32 PM UTC
daylight
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
inspired by the ceiling light outside my room getting replaced. also irl i did not truly realise there was a problem with the house until the tiles started exploding but that was a less poetic story
sapfirovyy
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Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 12:32 PM UTC
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