smoke from a dying campfire

I think of you in the most momentary, unbidden times.  
I hear your voice in the flick of a cigarette lighter  
And in the relieved exhale of that first breath of smoke.
I remember your guidance in a casual stroll
Through a collection of crystals and magical things. †
I see your lost, carefree face in the rings of an unmarked piece of wood †
And in the strings of an idle guitar. †
You held my hand on a trip to Neverland,  
But we were lost in the howling winds †
Of an intruding call from the main land  
That told us our time was up. †
I think of you in the hours I'm caught up running ragged  
And remember how you taught me to enjoy the simpler things. †
I'll always love and miss your humble yet fiery presence. †
Out of all the ones before you, I still believe †
That you were the only one I ever truly loved.
Written by KittyFromHell
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