The dancing flame of the campfire, cracks and pops, flickering with its warmth in the night.
Surrounded by us, our laughter, our cat calls, howling, once the moon was in sight.
Hard to believe that those fun, happy memories were just a year ago.
I still remember the sound of your voice, as you\'d strut about the show.
Now, I sit here, entranced by the flutter and flicker of flame backed by a sunset.
Hypnotized by it\'s heat and light, calling forth memories, contained within a stone pit.
My heart longs for you to be here with me, enjoying the adventure of things we had yet to do or see.
As painful as your loss may be now, I long for when you\'re no longer just apart of God\'s memory.
I\'ll fill you in on the places we should go, where we could catch up on time we never spent.
Oh, how I hope for that day, to see you once again and the piece of my heart you had when you left.