Steven B Taylor
Watching a campfire,
The embers glowing in the darkness
The memories come back to me
Like the experiences themselves
Glowing with the warmth
Of our friendship.
That day we met
The candlelight dinners
Talking to geese,
Sharing a meal in the woods
The warmth of your smile
Each one fading with
The dying embers.
The ashes are still warm,
Like the fading memory.
Love brings it back to me
And the fire rekindles!
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