July the Fourth

I can hear the fireworks going off down at the park. Tailgaters in the grocery parking lot and everyone has their wine or beer and someone to get laid with.
Pretty colours fill the sky, such a romantic night and me inside putting away my shopping all alone.

Doesn’t feel like my holiday…but for years now none of them do….no holidays that belong to me or you, indeed it has been so long since I went to one I have no idea how to act with that time spent or what to say…

…might even sit in a corner and fade away.

They’d find a wet spot on the wall
And wonder who peed there?