There are times I want to talk to you.  Times I wonder how you are.  I want to call, but there is no number to dial.

You’re not there anymore–at least not in the way you used to be.

You are very much here in my thoughts, even in my dreams.  So I talk to you in my head, send words to you up through flames, let free my thoughts to the universe hoping one or two will find you in a warm, gentle breeze.

I wish I knew for sure you got them.