The lamp you hated, flickers still
It glows for no one, yet it will
I leave it on like you might call
Though hope’s now just a faded wall
The light stayed on without your name
A tiny sun that burns the same
You’re gone, but still it fights the dark
A quiet bulb with stubborn spark
It hums like how you used to breathe
Like silence that won’t ever leave
This room forgets, but shadows learn
To mimic what I always yearn
A light, a hum, a low-lit fight
Still waiting past goodnight