Fireworks

I remember the first time I saw fireworks;
I gazed upon it from the terrace of my house.
It was so magical, so unforgettable.
Even when the sparks didn't last long,
the echo of the explosion stayed in my mind for sometime;
and since that night,
I always look forward to New Year's Eve
just to admire how beautiful they are.

Many years have passed and I met him.
The unexplainable brief encounter had brought me to my childhood memory.
He reminds me of the fireworks,
sparks of all hues in the spectrum,
burst of northern lights in all possible colors.
His words are the sound of the firecrackers my hear trembled at.
And when he's gone,
when he's gone,
I desperately look for every signs of him,
the remnants of his presence my mind can't never forget.

But not like the colorful fire in the sky,
his sudden goodby left me forever in the land of nowhere,
searching for another chance to feel the burst of his fireworks again
one more time.

24.07.2017
for you and our brief encounter