Fireworks

These times take the shape
of beginnings for you.
But I've lived a life
like this before.
The sharp sudden colours
of fireworks exploding
into instances of creation
are so new to you, so you
bang on the window
and clap and yell.

I have been here before
and every now is tinged
with memories of my first times
and how each bursting memory
lasted longer, far longer
than this brief life of sparks
tumbling down onto damp ground.

Times like this are gone
so suddenly. We forget
so much about transience.
But this - it is your first time,
it will always last forever