Fireworks.

I look at the majestic fireworks up in the sky,

often asking myself why,
pictures of you depicted and I cry
on the inside, to act as a tough guy.
Wondering if you are seeing the same floral
and colourful and vibrant colours
bombarded over the colourless void sky,
I sigh.
You are not here,
you are somewhere distant,
with anothers arm over your shoulders,
full of jubilation and laughing at the festive sky.
I imagine.
I try and get your attention. Boom! Bam!
I form a ring of neon red dots in the sky. Wow!
I fade but form sprinkles of golden flakes. Cool!
Did you notice me? Was I worthy of your attention?
Your lips adventure to unknown territory,
His arms wrap around you
like packaging to keep you safe,
you sigh.
I vanish to smoke,
drifting across the miserable and depressed sky,
adventuring to nothingness
and forgotten.
I sigh.