There was fireworks outside the window, the sky looked very pretty in those tapestry colors, what a joyous sight

But that was almost a cruel joke for the moment, as we just sat in silence in this room

The uncertainty of what would progress was a spiders nest in my throat

More echoes from the fireworks was the only sound in that room, it was comforting in a way

Scared for them to disappear, then the silence would just return

Two people, silent, unsure

Uncertain