I always believed my whole existence would be
tied to the ceiling. Just me hanging on for no higher purpose
than to make it easier for everyone to see.
How I wished this electrical cord would
snap and put me out of my misery!
But came that faithful night when someone turned me on.
It was not you. That I am sure of.
No. It was not you but someone who just passed by
and didn’t want to trip over something.
Then you came in – like a black veil so vivid in the cover of my light
I could not help but notice your presence.
I knew you didn’t need my light to be visible
but you said it was the only way for me to notice you.
And so you stepped in… and I… I curiously let you in.
I let you enter my circle of light which I thought would be mine alone.
In return you told me your stories from the world outside this room.
You were outgoing. I was comfortable inside these four walls.
I gave you pieces of myself, or rather pieces of my light which
were consumed by your darkness. And In return you told me you think of yourself as a monster —
as this dark, faceless creature that snuffs out everything in its way.
You clung to the idea that you did not deserve me.
That I was not to be taken lightly (pun intended)
The same old conversation every night you return.
You said you became visible because of me when the truth is that
my existence gained meaning since you stepped in.
Without you I could not have called myself a light bulb.
You came in and showed me my dark sides…
I revealed that you were not as dark as you thought.
We did not complain. We enjoyed each night like it was the last.
Two opposites enjoying each other’s company.
It was the greatest paradox!
It was also the most painful irony.
Because of that one faithful night when I suddenly flickered in and out…
in and out… in and out… I knew you were still there. You did too.
If only we could see each other again.
How I wished this paradox could go on.