From Fireworks To Fizzle
From fireworks to fizzle,
so went our love,
now it's good morning, goodnight,
without a hug.
Existing in harmony,
one day at a time,
you have your space,
and I have mine.
The house is full,
of nothing at all,
but no one notices,
all the bare walls.
Another day ends,
and to dreamland we go,
to awaken the fireworks,
that each misses so.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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