I've lit more campfires than I can count.
                             (I've never lit one with you)
I've climbed trees; dead, rotting trees.
Skipping rocks and laying out creek
soaked socks to dry, but I've never waded in
the water with (you) my hands in the air,
hooting and hollering at the stars.
I wish each day had been ours.
(as well)

(light candles and stare at the flames)
Black dots blot out your face.