Fireworks Over the Movie Theater

It was fine,

The three hour movie I watched with no one.

That's all I can sum it up to these days:

It was fine.

And the part where

She ripped out her liver

For her lover

Didn't surprise me at all.

It was fine

Exiting

To an empty parking lot,

Sky smoke-hazy 

From this forth of July.

This is what I call

Freedom.

In a town once loved

With people once loved

Who I don't speak to anymore.

They've found shiner things to admire

So I seek shimmer on the screen. 

It's fine. 

I'm not bitter 

Over small things any longer.

I don't worry

About spending money in the dark,

The bars, the films, the glue it takes

To fill the void space. 

I don't mind anything at all. 

I have a heart that can crack.

Alight,

Then disappear into the night. 

I am so alone and so free and so silent,

Tonight, watching fireworks

Ablaze above the movie theater. 

Reviews

[Aarti Sriram]

Just like the fireworks one spark and die in the dark skies ,
some sounds and then just silence in our hearts..
The loneliness in the poem saddens for real especially on a jubilant night dedicated to freedom!

[Yoli]

This was touching, plain and strongly raw

[Relic]

This belies a real emptiness inside the speaker doesn't want to admit.
How many times do we say we're fine to people when we know we're not.

The 4th should be a celebration, but I can feel anything but, in this one.

This is fine writing. :)

[kylie.lockheart]

Thank you so much! Your review has actually given me a fresh perspective on the poem I didn't see before.