Skyward, eyes.
You sit in stillness, quiet anticipation.
A walk taken at dusk alone,
just to prove you could.
The air feels wet,
and pools on your skin in the darkness.
Waiting.
For what you know, but are yet unsure.
And then a boom.
A dazzle.
A spectacular burst of light,
glittering against the heavens.
And your breath catches – this was the moment.
And it fills you with happiness,
and loneliness at the same time.
Wonder,
and quiet misery.
Surrounded by thousands,
you sit alone.
Strong,
but alone.
Waiting.
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