No sound.
No movement.
No sign of life.

the light bulb did, however, scream "epiphany!"
when it's switch was flipped
into an upward position
it's cue to provide illumination

the bulb flickered a bit
i think it's tired
of trying to shed light on the same thing
day after day
night after night

beer bottles and shot glasses
some drained and the rest half empty
an ashtray overflowing onto the counter
like a cancer that's spreading
(Does everything you touch your lips to end up
burned out and burned up?)
did i just think that
or is that light bulb really talking?

a sigh is building
i can feel it
the harbinger of despondency
and i wonder
(Sometimes maybe even hope)
is that light bulb talking again?
as i push open the bedroom door
will you have made it to the top
have you reached the pinnacle
of your chosen career path
and managed to drink yourself to death?

(you sure climbed over a lot of people on the way up)
I wish that light bulb would shut up!

One look at you
(do you even remember what you're dying to forget)
Shutup!
cue the sigh
and i deflate as completely
as my lungs
i can smell despondency
and it smells like a disease
you got it first
when you fell in that bottle
and i got it
when i grabbed you
and tried to pull you out

we're both sick now
and tired
i sit immobilized
teetering on the edge
of this bed we share
looking at the two of us
in the mirror
a still life (life still?) in despair

and i think about you
and i think about me
and i think about us
and all i can think is

No sound.
No movement.
No sign of life.

The bulb conceded.

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