Lost in a Painful Memory (Samuel Simmons)

In Falls Park on the Fourth of July
one year, I got myself into a mess
that was strange and terrifying to my eyes.
We were watching the fireworks
my brother, my parents and I,
plus some of my brother’s friends
who came along for the time.
We were spread within sight of each other
or so it seemed, until I realized that I was alone
in an enormous crowd on a quickly darkening night
after following who I thought was my brother.
The search party, they found me, after I wandered
back up the street from where it all began
when I thought I was following my brother’s call.

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