campfire

the fire licks up flames into the air
embers and ash chasing after each other.

the light is dimming and the night is turning
into a gray-blueish color --
only described by the feeling of the cold coming.

i sit in peace.
the peace of the mountains that have rushing rivers.
the mountains that hold the wonders of elk and deer and moose.
mountain air and mountain feet.

and i laugh and i love
i look for you around the campfire
before realizing that you aren't there.
these are different people.
it's peaceful.

but not the peace i want.

because you are there and i am here.
it isn't the same.

the peace in the chaos of a group of people all talking at once.
that's what i want.
i've grown used to it.
i need my campfire buddies back.