RIPPED

Reeking of smoke. Red eyed. Our hearts broke. As the flame flickers. And two fools bicker. Over who’s the butt of a joke.

Laughing too loud to hear another pot head choke. Puff Pass & Prose. Got me talking to a ghost. Never met a better host.

Intending to retire. I turn to slip away from the bonfire. Having watched another trail off into the darkness.

Inspired my mind is racing to remember their voices. First among my friends who‘d made similar choices. That led them to the place we gathered. Where watching the sunsets and surf were all that mattered. Until one of us passed. And our world was shattered.