Three times I found the bathroom light still lit
when I went there to use the toilet. Twice
I meant to turn it off. Appropriate
response, except “forgot it” won’t suffice.
And so, when for the third time I approached,
and noted yet again the steady glow,
I stopped and let myself by self be coached:
reversed and flipped the switch from yes to no.
I’m bright but getting dimmer with the years,
and sometimes it surprises me to learn
the obvious is close, and what appears
to be is really what I’ve yet to burn:
a lightbulb unregarded, or the coal
of found affection with a kindred soul.