You used to bring me rockets

“Waving sparklers in the rain – it was all a bit half-hearted, wasn’t it?”
“I enjoyed it. And the rockets were pretty.”
“I suppose so, but they didn’t take us anywhere did they? They didn’t even go anywhere except into the sky.”
“I’d like to go up into the sky. Think how exciting it would be. Flash! Bang!”
“And then you’d fall back to ground, unseen, uncared for, and that would be that.”
“But at least you would have been there, you’d have been colour for a minute. No matter what happened later. One minute would be enough.”
“You’ve changed.”
“You used to bring me rockets.”