White Fireworks

Do you remember that sad singing and slow drumbeat
from an old song about how blue mornings can get
when waiting is all you have left?
Do you remember when we were holding hands
watching snow falling down on our future?

White fireworks above our heads,
White fireworks exploding in our hearts.

Do you know how much more
time we have left
before it’s been too long, before we start again,
before we find a way?

White fireworks above our heads,
White fireworks exploding in our hearts.


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