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