Fireworks

Our love IS like fireworks.

In the night sky, such a beautiful glow.

A work of art, a piece by Van Gogh.

His Starry Night became our status quo.

Each flicker reveals our love manifesto.

Love coursed within, throughout our show.

A love as powerful as a dynamo.

Emotions flood with colors of a rainbow.

Fireworks burn in red, yellow, & indigo.

Bright lights shining, continuing to flow.

Falling gently, one by one like a domino.

“Things do not change...” says Thoreau.

“We change” within as we let go.

Our love WAS like fireworks.

A new day breaks with the caw of a crow.

Our firework display seems so long ago.

You became my own personal Romeo.

But your Juliet was left in the shadow.

Awing at the sight of our own Willow.

Fading towards the ground below.

Tuning a sad song on the radio.

Rising from our potent afterglow.

Can we remember how to say hello?

Is goodbye the only thing we’ll ever know?

Wanting to stop having to tip-toe.

Finally grounded, the Earth begins to slow.

Hopeful for future sparks to grow.

As friends reminiscing their firework show.

—유리