Fireworks

Revised version of my previous "Understanding."

Watching the fireworks

Rooting something else in the works

There was a launching, exploding,

Feeling of imploding

That I could not understand.

You were sitting next to me

But I was too far to be,

Close to you.

Because what was coming -

A loss flying, fluttering,

An end to you and I was something

That I could not understand.

What would become of together,

These birds of a feather,

Were finite feelings.

Would I have still said hello to you

On that windy avenue?

I suppose something like that is not

What you could understand.