I heard the noise, breaking the silence sounding like fireworks.
Was it the dawn crashing the darkness of night as day claimed its place?
Was it the clapping of hands to music that touched and warmed and made my feet move?
No, it was none of those things; it was my heart breaking.
Shattering in a million pieces and sticking to the ground as a reminder that the memory of what has happened cannot be blown away by the wind.
It was my heart, that thing that used to beat on purpose, and on time for you; because of you.
Now I must beg it to beat, and to keep pounding.
Your absence has made things that used to be reflex, impossible.
I heard the noise it broke the silence like fireworks.
I'd felt comfortable in the silence assuming I'd see you again.
Silence now only means sorrow.
Your life was important only to me it seems and there are no more heartbeats, no more songs no more clapping of hands or feet dancing to your beat.
What was that sound, the cracking, the booming, ear-piercing noise?
The noise...that noise...cracking,
and booming
like fireworks
was my heart,
breaking!
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