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.