The way things seemed
better when
I knew you.

How the breeze would come
when I needed it as a
warm friend
or gentle push
to get me on my feet and
leave me with purpose.

And dusk would
curl and twist
into the messy splashes of dawn
with our laughter hung in the glossy sky
tucked between stars
in a time and a place
where the night and day could meet.

I'll always think of you most
when the fire
cracks and stirs itself back to
life
the way you burned yourself
into mine.