the night of the fireworks
do you remember the night of the fireworks
when i got to touch you
for the first time in (five) months?
when i came back to you,
and everything came back to us,
and neither of us ever wanted to let go
again.
but we did,
because they were watching,
because they were waiting
for each of us
elsewhere.
your shirt was cranberry.
i hate cranberries.
but i loved that shirt
on you.
i
loved
you.