Hindsight

And like that, the sound of fireworks plunged into the sky. We were adults left pretending as kids. Watching the fireworks highlight the essence of each others face. Each explosion substituted the throb of patient hearts The jitter of anticipation now immanent Highlighting our face a different array of colors. Subtle, the light flashed against our face, a blossoming rose bud flourishing in bright flash. Each smile distinguished in the aroma of our heart displayed in the sky. Soon disappearing into shadow of the night. And we, forever etched in a memory. In hindsight, our hearts had a blast. Reaching up high then falling back to the ground