I can't wait

For Chiminea night.
Where Jon shares a blanket with me
And Cici plays the guitar;
And I watch Brandon,

In a sleepy haze-
Add wood to the fire
As sparks dance up into the cool night air.

And I love listening to Victoria sing
Of every sadness
That all of us have felt;
Every heartbreak...
Every wound.

And Alyssa's
Clear voice
Ring over the guitar strums,
And the sound of

The back door clacking
Open
And shut,
And open,
And shut,

As we pass in and out.

With cold Shastas
In our hands,
And goosebumps on our arms
From the chill of the night.

I can't wait...

For another night,
With my Forever Friends.