Fourth of July
I have the house to myself,
and the AC is humming
Just looking outside I can feel
the heat hitting the blacktop
All I can think about this holiday
is when I confided in a high school
friend and told her that I am sad
about “_______”; which is ironic
Because years later, I am still
blue over “_______.” I guess
you can say that when I kissed
“_______” for the very first time,
there were fireworks going off inside
me. The last time we kissed just a couple
months ago I felt that spark ignite again















