Seeing the light

It’s a tired old metaphor,
the one about the lightswitch,
and the effect the beloved
has on the lover
upon entering and leaving
a room.

Sometimes I wish you’d never
introduced me to the light.

Then again, sometimes I think
I need a softer bulb.

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