mental rewind

I find myself wishing with incomrehensible longing that we could reconvene there in that backyard, around that fire. I wish for the cuddling on the swing, guitars playing, voices raised in song, smoke getting in my eyes (which is good because it hides the fact that the glistening has more to do with sentiment than smoke.) I want to be able to look around that summer night just one more time because then, there, in that moment... we were perfect, all of us.