The Fourth

It’s been a year.

Different place, same me;

same holiday, different feeling.

Colorful explosions and patriotic music

feels lackluster to the fourth with you.

*:・ﾟ✧

An hour’s tardiness forgiven

with that warm yet distant smile.

The reds, whites, and blues,

all background to awkward

conversations, shy laughter,

truly a night to remember.

*:・ﾟ✧

You bid me farewell,

safely at my car door;

a proper gentleman

but I was the villain

of this story. A few days,

an apology was sent

before goodbye… forever.

*:・ﾟ✧

You who were too kind,

too patient, too accepting

of just… everything;

making it so much harder

but it wasn’t enough.

My feelings stayed the same

even with the fireworks giving

a rose-colored lens,

there were no sparks

or racing hearts.

*:・ﾟ✧

Cutting ties was my last

kindness to you

who was undeserving

of half-assed intentions.

Insurance, that loneliness

wouldn’t make me do

something I would regret.

*:・ﾟ✧

It’s unfair of me to say this,

to say that I’ll always remember

the fourth of July we spent together,

so I hope this never reaches you.

Unlike your own apology poem

that you hoped would reach

the poor soul of your own villain

story because even good people

end up doing bad things sometimes.