I watched my feet rhythmically tread down the sidewalkIt was dreary, it was briskIt was the sound of my shoes tick
The clouds rumbled above my head And it's raindrops kissed my nose My keys jingled like little Christmas bells As I opened the door of my abode
I basked in the sweet aroma The comfort, the safety The room that always pleased me
I shuffled to my desk A chair inviting my rest The mood had yet been set
Until I switched on the glow Could I see clearly the unknown It gave me a sense of ebb and flow The rusted golden pole Designs scattered along the side The shade an umbrella Showing it's unique and divine Coiling around the arm Were patterns made of art Shimmering aurora beauty However also moody The ray of warmth and autumn Was the center of attention Casting a hue of euphoria It started my first sentence It ran along the soft pages of my novel It showered its light throughout the room It gave attention to the mistakes And put use to all the gloom I gazed across my work Focusing on the task at hand I simply let the light shine Paying no mind to the lamp I studied and mingled Wrote and fiddled I typed and deleted Titled and proceeded Until I noticed a glare in the pages near A flash of sheen caught my eye And it was then I realized I had dotted my t's and crossed my i's I then erased and redid Hardly thanking the assistance I continued on Up until dawn The clouds, still watching me work The sun, barely shining first Taking a break, I peered through the window Absorbing the view, my mind grew crippled The lamp then flickered It's electricity hummed I hadn't noticed it was turned on All along Switching it off, I heard the door open They strolled in Curiously waved a hand To their half of the room, they advanced They were aware Of what happened just seconds ago And opened the curtains To let in the cloudy gusto It blinded me almost I turned away Listening, as they told I'd ignore it If I just plain and simple Thought nothing of it I closed my blinds and clicked on the rusted button The ambiance returned And I sat back down to finish my work The day lasted long Interruptions disturbed me They took several calls Their voice perturbed me I could not understand why My emotions cuddled away The thoughts seemed distant "Only how many more days?" The antique was grand There was no doubt about that But it came in very high demand Something I didn't understand Why could we not just keep it? It was ours Wasn't it? But they continued to make calls Continued to research them all They had buyers, ready and willing Customers, impatient and filling I expressed no complaint Or want of something else I simply went along my day Unaware of how I truly felt Tuesday, Wednesday A new beginning I scarcely showed much interest Although I didn't want them to finish I was thrilled In fact, I laughed The coldness exciting my every nerve The spike of adrenaline From what I had heard I giggled and caught glee That was when I followed my instinct That was when we felt free That was when it never crossed my mind That they would eventually leave Friday and the weekend My thoughts seemed to scatter My rhythm seemed to shatter It wasn't until after the fact When I watched my lamp Get hauled away By some rich old man I knew in me I would not In the end Well... I couldn't not The stinging appeared Revealing harsh reality I thought I was content Heartbroken, in actuality The snow did not melt It simply hardened, froze I simply felt And that was all it took The farewell of that lamp The goodbye That made me sad Should I continue writing? Without that illumination? Without that glow? Should I open the blinds? As they once did? Before they turned to go? How am I supposed to know? I've noticed along the way That the lamp is just a case It's dazzling design Only but a place Their real true beauty Is in the morning sun In the midnight moon In the pigment of color In the electricity's fuse In the sparkle of an eye In the daylight skies In the streetlight at night In the way they say goodbye Because everything is as it should be The hues of light carry on And the moments we had before Were with us all along Yes, everything is as it should be Our relationship is still intact A thriving life is ahead of them And they did, in fact, look back