O how our love burned bright. Sometimes
it burned with a soft glow. At other times,
it simply smoldered. It had its moments.
Then I caught myself. I was thinking that
it was better than it really was. Our love
was like a worn out wall switch.
Click on, click off, click on, click off,
on, off, on, off, on, off.
And one day, the switch didn’t work at all.
It was beyond repair.
Like a filament in a bulb, our love burned
with an intense savage fizzle, then died.
Copyright © 2013 Alan L. Slaff, selected from
“The Boy in the Mirror (2nd Edition)”