I once was seen in each turn of their smile,
I once was felt at each dinner night.
When together they huddled,
And for a while,
Forgot all about the broken chandelier light.
But the flicker soon grew relentless,
It left this home dark and contentless.
It left the floors cracked and cementless.
Standing on a weak foundation;
They crumbled like I, the picture on the wall,
And as it happens, in these piteous crimes,
They faltered, they forgot.
Forgot all about the good times.
Now I hang loose, one end tilted.
Nobody bothered fixing me,
And the painted flowers have wilted.
The only thing that governs this plane,
Is the broken chandelier and its flickering pain.