The Campfire

Flames twisted, twirled, and flickered,

Gathered woods burned bright gold

With orange spots on it

I could hear the mild whispers of my      

Classmates around 

Although, I don't hear.

I could see them dancing, through 

The glassy, vibrating smoke it spits,

Although, I don't see.

In the background of faint murmurs

I sat idle, staring at my tonight's partner!

The fire begins to die

The solitude came creapting

From all the angles

When the night did swallow

The glowing wood

The solitude did cuddle me

'My fellow being', I thought

I opened the door of my heart

To welcome my old partner!!