When they say

You know when they say you feel sparks, fireworks
We had sex on New Year’s night, 2024. 
Fireworks were going off outside.

The colours filtered through the fogged-up car windows.

You held my head so it wouldn’t hit the glass. 
I keep that memory with me.

I think it’s part of the reason I love fireworks so much now.

Because I felt everything they say you’re supposed to feel.

Sparks.

Fireworks.

You.