Light

Bright. 

That's all I see, then it shuts off. 

Flashes of my memories. Little ones studying till the break of dawn, family meals, parties.

 

Flashes and then the cold bitter dark. Stinging at my body, taking it's heat. 

It wasn't unfamiliar, it felt so lonely. Yet through my stained glass and burnt out filaments, I began to find comfort in the blanks. 

Wrapping it like a cool blanket around my warm withered body, seeing the last flash of my light.