It is the only burnt out light in the room. I am the only person to fix it. One lonely light flickering in its final stages. One of seven filling the spacious living room. One bulb depriving me of the light needed in the far corner. From the couch I can see it, but am too busy to fix it.
The importance is unnoticed. It fills a small area with light. They shine down and  shine around an area and give someone a way to see. This is how they provide.
Let one see the difference, they’d see a difference between light and dark, each with different qualities. Shine, shine, shine it doesn't. It stops.
When it finally stops shining, when it takes its last few seconds of light, then it finally goes dark. When there is no one home to fix it. One lonely broken light. One who is not able to be fixed and out of my reach. One whose only reason is to give me light and can’t.