Remember that night by the campfire?
We roasted marshmallows
Made smore's
I stepped away to look at the stars
And I hoped you'd come and look with me
In an instant
There you were
You pointed out the big dipper
The north star to the left
We talked and laughed
And you mentioned how the stars were so far
We would never get to see them up close
As I looked at those stars I looked into the past
But imagined a future
Our future
I heard my friends heading back to the cabin
And ignored them just to spend a few more moments with you
Eventually they took me away
One thing that will never leave
Is the memory of that night by the campfire

I probably smoke entirely too many cigarettes and I know I laugh too hard at jokes that aren’t actually that funny.
My mother always told me I had a big heart though.
So maybe that’s why I do everything so intensely.
Maybe that’s why I have so much empathy flowing through my veins.
I love too hard,
I know that.
And maybe that’s why you stopped loving me.
You didn’t know how to put out such a big fire;
so you just left me to burn.