My girlfriend and I began losing our
It started innocently enough
no need to panic or mourn
the porch light or the one over the stove.
But then the vanity
light fizzled, my desk lamp and the living room.
They just flickered and died, turned
cold and smoky. We shook them
near our ears and heard
the rattle of death. No money, no way
to replace them, each week
our lives became darker, and we
had always been night people
shunning the sun-shiny days with their
bright-eyed souls. We were soon down
to candles, but the wax rolled and fell
like the robes of martyrs
and even matches
ran scarce. We tried rubbing
our bodies together
but no sparks flew.
Night after night our voices
haunted each other in the dark
but I haven’t heard her in a long time,
can’t remember when I bumped into her last.