Tungsten

The bill was due on Tuesday night.

I had the numbers in my sight

until the sudden loss of light

gave out a metal click.

The glass is hot against my glove.

The socket's empty up above.

It wasn't hate, it wasn't love,

just wire stretched too thin.

I shook the bulb beside my ear.

The sound is sharp and very clear.

A broken spring is all I hear

rattling in the dark.