fireworks in the field

"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?"

you asked as you looked at me.

"the light."

i replied innocently.

i was still a child.

you smiled at me and we watched the fireworks with gleams in our eyes.

that night was years ago,

but i remember it like it was yesterday.

and i remember it when the bright fireworks shoot up on the 4th of July.

and when i close my eyes,

i imagine i am still in that field during that festival,

the three of us,

like how it should have always been.

but good things come to an end.