I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen.
I look upon the flames and see people I have known,
People I have loved, people I have lost.
Memories swirl through my mind like the smoke from the fire,
Drifting away, or choking me.

I try not to have regrets, but I fail.
Lives I have affected for better or worse,
Lives that affected me.
The memories haunt my psyche, dancing across my brain,
Like the fire I sit beside, as I think.