Let me be a firework, To get a glimpse of you. Shoot me up to Heaven where Eternal love is true. Humid, indigo night sky, Lit with fires of July, So surreal, I wonder still, Why did you have to die? We went this year (without you) And looked up in the blue, And no … Continue reading Let Me Be a Firework to Get a Glimpse of You… (a July 4th poem of grief and hope)