Poetry & random loving thoughts

"Camp Fire"

As I sit staring into the fire,
Listening to the crackles, the pops,
Air escaping the wood like secrets,
I think about all I've been through—
How fortunate I am.

Replaying old memories of us in my head,
Moments like embers, glowing,
I wouldn't trade them for the world.
The future is a mystery,
But as the fire settles down,
For certain,
I will dream about you.