Fireworks

It was just like a firework.
Full of the promise of things to come; colour, light and noise.
We lit the touch paper and we stand back...it fizzled and our stomach rises, then nothing.

It's gone out.

Was it a damp squib? No we know for sure it's lit - we prepared it to perfection, followed the instructions to the letter. Something maybe isn't quite right. There's a tension, anticipation that it could just go off, there's definitely something there ...we take a few steps back and we wait.

I'll wait.