I press my lips and blow
Red in the face, I grunt as not a single cinder will show
I hear the rattle of metal
I look up and it is you, setting up the pan and kettle
"Rice and chicken you say"
"S'mores too" as I blow again and finally on the wood fire begins to play
I feel triumphant and smile
Camping with fire beats any other activity by a mile
I walk over to the gas stove and look at you
I test the igniter, sparks flew
I say "Good, it works"
You smile and nod. This stove sure has its perks.
A perfect night
A perfect firelight
A perfect dinner
Eaten in a perfect manner
These are moments with you I adore
And go to bed wishing, they will come forevermore
We beat out all other teams
Even with stress at the seams
But without you I am beyond nothing
Floating, floating
An endless void of despair and pain
Never to feel happy again
