It's July 4th, and it's been about a month without her.
You've been doing alright, dealing with it fine, telling yourself you don't need her, and that she's nothing special.
But tonight, is the night, that you'll think about her, when you look up at the sky.
Because she is a firework.
She is a firework, the red one, in particular, because she was always so passionate, and loving.
She is a firework, the red one, because everyone always has their attention on her. How could you not?
She is a firework, because even when she explodes, she always make something beautiful of it, she still makes sure to make people smile.
She is a firework, because she is the light in the darkness.
She is a firework, because she makes the ground shake, she makes you weak at your knees.
She is a firework, because she makes your heart beat faster, harder, because she makes you feel like your heart may explode too.
She is a firework, beautiful, even as she falls to pieces.
She is a firework. She is bright. She is beautiful. She is breathtaking.

She is a firework, and tonight, you will see her again.
You will remember how she put sparks in your eyes.
You will wish to reach up and touch her, and you will realize that she is far too out of reach.
And tonight, when she watches the fireworks with someone new, they will be looking at her.
Because they know, that she is firework.