The Lamps That No One Lights Anymore

They once burned in corners warm and bright,

Each flame a promise, a guiding light

Stories gathered beneath their glow,

But now they sit, with dust in tow

No match is struck, no hands draw near,

Only silence grows year by year

They watch the rooms like ghosts in glass,

Whispering tales that time let pass

One lamp burned for a father’s care,

Now cold beside an empty chair

One held light for a lover’s touch,

Now it flickers, but not much

We built our lives around their shine,

But left them fading, line by line

Not from hate, but simple pace,

The hurried world forgot their face

Still, if one night you feel the gloom,

And stumble softly through your room

Look for lamps you once walked past,

And light them—love was made to last

Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️