mmae_ee

"listen close,"

you spoke as we lay sprawled out on the grass.

the festival's lights were bright.

the first firework of the night shot up.

"what comes first,"

"the boom or the light?"

"we all have our 'i peeled my orange today' stories."

bright letters fill my screen.

i'm pondering if i should message you,

or just let you be.

i give in;

Our end is bittersweet,

some look down in defeat, 

while others raise their fists in victory.

Some of us may cry when we wave goodbye, 

some may smile with a twinkle in their eye.