You’re A Firework…


“Let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together,” Simon crooned through the loudspeakers across the crowd. The first of the pyrotechnics sailed into the darkness with their faint, tracing streams before exploding in a prodigious display of pinks and greens.

One after shining one, each one better than the previous, they lit up the sky evoking waves of “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. “Look, mommy! A heart-shape fi-work!” She thought of him far away and how he’d said, “I want to be loved and give my love. I want to give it to someone so badly it hurts,” and how she wanted the very same.  

“…and for one desperate moment there he crept back in her memory. God it’s so painful when something that’s so close is still so far out of reach.” A tear formed in the corner of her eye and slowly made its way down her face. So right, she thought.

“Mommy! Two hearts! Two fi-work hearts!” she heard the child exclaim. “Yes, they’re beautiful together, aren’t they, darling?”

The light show crescendoed into a blazing display of antimony, glittering the sky, the sonic boom fireworks pounding her heart, and then it was gone.  The clouds of smoke hovered in the air and the afterimage of the fireworks photo-bleached her wet eyes. She thought of Mark Knopfler’s “Romeo and Juliet” and how he’d “exploded” into her heart…it’s just that the time was wrong. But he’d warned her: “I’m a firecracker.” Bad timing being what it was, she let him go.


Maybe same time next year, things will be different…

~for Archie~


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