Missing The Fireworks Poem by RIC BASTASA

remember
what we did when we first
made love in
Bulgaria?

no one ever had
the idea that we were not
married

and in the tradition
of catholic guilt we went
to a priest
and got the sacrament

we did not think anymore
if this love will last
forever

we only though of the moment
the sparks and the fireworks
inside our hearts

now we shall think about it
again
searching for the spark
missing the fireworks
crossing the bridge
under the yellow river.