in america, fireworks are seen as a novelty
a special occasion to celebrate our home
i always found them to be boring after the first few minutes
repetitive, the same few sequences of colors and patterns
but last night
between bursts of light and thunder rumbling in our chests
when the sky went dark and eyes dimmed
i found myself caught in intrigue
watching him watching the show, explosions trapped in his eyes
wondering if maybe he saw those same explosions
whenever he looked at me
