CallMeMarle

In the moments of my worst darkness You held a candle and extended a hand. In the days that followed, with a welcome smile You gave me a place to run to. We needed each other. I, your company and listening ear. A distraction from my ever creeping oblivion. You, my company and my warm heart. A softness that knows only how to love and a hand that knows only how to hold on. Together we built a campfire in our minds and hearts and, ritualistically, sat together to exchange stories. Excitements, hardships, laughs, and each others dark places. The kinds of dark places where the only welcoming arms are suffocating and final. For months we shared our ugliest and most beautiful moments. Each time, the fire growing. You are the campfire that keeps me warm. The sounds of crackling embers, the distant flicker of fireflies through the still trees. Crickets chirping and owls whispering their rumors through the . You are the sound of fresh snow clumps falling from branches into the untouched

In the moments of my worst darkness You held a candle and extended a hand. In the days that followed, with a welcome smile You gave me a place to run to. We needed each other. I, your company and listening ear. A distraction from my ever creeping oblivion. You, my company and my warm heart. A softness that knows only how to love and a hand that knows only how to hold on. Together we built a campfire in our minds and hearts and, ritualistically, sat together to exchange stories. Excitements, hardships, laughs, and each others dark places. The kinds of dark places where the only welcoming arms are suffocating and final. For months we shared our ugliest and most beautiful moments. Each time, the fire growing. You are the campfire that keeps me warm. The sounds of crackling embers, the distant flicker of fireflies through the still trees. Crickets chirping and owls whispering their rumors through the . You are the sound of fresh snow clumps falling from branches into the untouched