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was love meant to last?

I always promised myself
that if i found the love of my life
and
eventually
the fireworks ended
and the sparks drifted slowly
towards the grass,
I would do whatever I could
to light that fire again.

I told myself 
I would tread through 
treacherous waters
burn myself in the process
of trying to light things
up again,
run across the world
in search of an answer,
a glimpse of hope.

now,
I’m standing between
two people
whose fireworks
never had the chance
to truly ignite
the wind tossed them away
hushed them to a different shore
leaving the regretted results of their lost love
and an air of emptiness in its wake—
a longing for more,
a hope for a better future,
wistful dreaming
of dreams 
never achieved.

I always said that no matter what,
if I found the love of my life
I wouldn’t be like them,
that even if we grew old
and the attraction faded,
and the winds of life
tossed us side by side
I would find a way
to ignite the fire
inside.

But now,
as I stand between two lovers
with no glimmer of attraction
between them,
filled instead with an air of hostility
I wonder if love
is even the eternal hope
I always looked up to as a kid—
the happy ever after,
labeled the end,
yet, as kids we knew
that despite the troubles we wouldn’t see, 
its future had no foreseeable end.

Now I’m trying to understand
Maybe love is fireworks
a bright light
that warms you up 
so much inside
illuminates your eyes
with joy and hope
as it slowly dwindles away
into the fading dusk
never meant to last
or hold into one’s grasp
just a beautiful sight
to place in the past.

Copyright © Chelle Chanelle | Year Posted 2024

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