A song I remember says it well; nothing is real but pain. Go ahead, roll your eyes, turn your head, or ***** your shallow words upon my feet. Pretend you don't hear the echo of my empty heart and I'll nod like I believe you care that
I'm
falling
apart.
Don't look now, there's nothing left to see, when you walked away,
I ceased to be.

I will be thinking of her…every Fourth of July.
The fireworks are no longer just for my eyes, no longer baubles just tossed in the sky!
Now I’ll hear the BOOM as they blossom apart, but what I’ll feel is Her bloom, deep in my heart.
The concussions will be her embrace, and the fireballs her crown.
And to her memory, in celebration of her life, I’ll gather my family around.
I will forgive, I will forget and I will remember to love unconditionally.
For Dahlia I’ll try!
I will be thinking of her…every Fourth of July.