The sun set on a cold June.

She took my hand

And we sailed into the night.

Lights up.

A friend and a fellow clown,

My Sam held her head

Up high.

She's fearless.

She makes me feel like I'm

Infinite.

The bonfire lit our way.

It was impossibly hot,

Dry and scathing.

Without it though,

We were lost to withering cold.

I held my breath,

Clenched it tight

And let go.

A breath of air met me.

"You don't look like you're having fun."

Someone, far away stated this question.

I looked to where the birthday girl was.

Jubilant, a smile never left her lips.

A joke was said and everyone was included.

The atmosphere was bright.

The feeling was like a long, lost friend.

"I'm happy."

I said this aloud without a care.

The thought was so true.

Happy Birthday bestie.