Sparklers

I was sitting on a bench

In the center of my state

The sun burned  bright

And hard

Making me squint my eyes

But I still tried my best

To look at you


 

The conversation was good

As most were with you

But a part of me just

Wants to remember what exactly

We were talking about


 

but I do remember 
You told me

There were these moments

In life

That were bigger

Brighter moments

The light that can bring you though

The darkness of life

But I didn’t believe you


 

And later I would sit

Contemplating my life

Trying to find those moments

That might bring me out

Of the darkness

meandpaul

MN

15 years old

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