The room is empty;
No one home.
Just the light.
The light stayed on.
Why?
Was it forgotten?
That’s not fair.
Well maybe I should mention that things aren’t fair.
That room isn’t empty;
I lied—
I’m sorry.
That room isn’t empty because the light lingers.
The light is on because it was forgotten;
The light is turned on and bright,
But if it’s on too long then it will burn out.
The light would be off and dark.
I am that light.
You are too.
We can all be burned out.
That isn’t fair to any of us because one person forgot about us.
Remember when I said things aren’t fair?
Well that sucks.
Life can be a game—
We’re all just here to play it.
That’s hard.
Especially when you feel forgotten.
Flick
Flick
There goes the light.
