the campfire

we used to sit around the fire
and roast
marshmallows
in the woods.
pup tents and sleeping bags.
telling each
other bad horror stories.
we listened to the crackle
of the fire.
the bend of branches
in the woods.
we looked into one another's
eyes, at our young
unlined faces
and tried to remember
these moments. being this young,
this new to a world
we would learn more about,
too soon.