Rustle in the trees, Big Dipper, Cassiopeia (auto corrected), Love Actually.
Take me into Outer Space playing in my head.
Snap, crackle, pop.
Cool breeze, radiating heat, familiar scent.
Quiet, wishfully, international chatter from the tent next door.
Reminiscing, the memories from youth put a grin on my face.
But they also reveal a hole in my heart.
Loneliness is a gift from God.
But it doesn’t feel that way now.
I wish they were here.
To talk, laugh, chat, make fun.
About funny times, about beer, about food, about faith, about nothing.
I miss them, I miss them dearly.
Fire, is my only friend tonight.