Fireworks

1. He looks down at his hands, feet, himself
Inadequate in his own eyes. But she
Is perfect to him. Pure, like a nun
But without the lifetime commitment.
Fireworks burst behind him. She smiles.
He watches her, wishing, hoping, wanting
But holding back. Waiting. Sparklers burst
Around them, framing her in a heavenly glow.

2. She looks down at her hands, entwined
With his. Resting on the cold metal of
Her folding chair. The air in the gymnasium
Is heavy, warm, stifling from the crowd.
Music begins and she glances behind
Searching for him, his from is so familiar
Almost identical to the man next to her.
Twenty years ago, in front of the fireworks.