Childhood left in the light of each firework.

With each explosion I knew I was older than I had ever been

And as young as I’ll ever be again.


In the brief, brilliant light I held so many moments

When I got my first car,

When I made my own decisions,

When I stayed out too late,

When I had my first kiss,


When I had my first heartbreak.





In the dark and the smoke after the finale,

I had never felt so alone.


But the fireworks have passed now,

And each one so powerful, so blinding,

Was only temporary.

Moments that felt like everything,

Are now only memories,

And so I walk onward,

Towards whatever great show is waiting for me next.


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