What if, it was just a firework?
In the dark, night sky, temporarily illuminating the darkness
The ashes follow, raining down

My firework.
Splendid, but blinding.
Colorful, but short-lived.
If that’s what it has to be, if that’s what it is, then I am still glad I was present to view its radiance. Right from a spark to a full blown flower, blooming bright, all the way back to cinders and fumes.
A show I will not forget, another memory forever etched in my mind.
How we wish fireworks would last forever, how I wish I could be safe, bathed in its light forever.