I remember it all. I remember the dress I wore and your sunburnt face. How you let me rest my legs across your lap as we sat in the driveway drinking and cooking dinner; the good old American way. I remember sitting between your legs with your arms wrapped around me as we watched the fireworks explode in the night sky. Sulfur slowly filing the air all around us. A perfect metaphor for what happened between you and I, over and over again.

Explosions and stalemates. I’m tired, goodbye.