Night of the Fireworks

That night under the fireworks,

you held my hand tight.

We both looked up at the sky,

being attracted to the brightness

of the fireworks.

But did you know,

that I was looking,

at you?

I watched the fireworks

through your eyes.

They had a special glow,

that reflected

beauty and energy.

I could feel the heat from your palm,

the same heat as the fireworks.

The night was cold,

but was driven away by the light.

Suddenly,

the fireworks stopped,

and the night was back again.

You let go of my hand,

and walked away.

The heat was gone,

the light was gone.

I was all alone.

It was a dream,

a dream as short as the fireworks.

It was bright and beautiful,

but will never last long.