Someone’s handed me a blanket
Smoke’s curling through my hair
Voices tumble round the fire
Stories drift and spark the air
Across the glow I catch an eye
And suddenly it’s clear
The noise falls out of focus
Like we’re the only two still here

We talk about the little things
The sparks that fill the gaps
Every word’s half-finished
But somehow overlaps
There’s rhythm in the pauses
A comfort in the sound
Like we built a tiny language
That no one else has found

People drift to cars and goodbyes
The circle’s shrinking slow
But somehow we keep talking
Like there’s nowhere else to go

The fire’s burning low
Ashes glow beneath our knees
He throws another log
Says, “Guess it’s just you and me”
The sparks go quiet overhead
The night feels built to last
He says, “I’m Dorian, by the way”
I laugh, “Never even thought to ask”

Someone shouts, “You two still here?”
Their headlights cut the smoke
I wave and laugh it off again
He grins, same kind of joke
There’s something easy in his voice
I can’t quite pin or place
Like we’ve skipped a hundred steps
And landed face to face

The fire breathes its last and sighs
We don’t notice till it’s gone
I say, “It’s getting colder”
He says, “Then we’ll talk till dawn”

The world is half-asleep
Our shadows blur and blend
The morning’s coming slow
The night that wouldn’t end
Someone’ll tease us tomorrow
For staying out too long
But right now it’s just quiet
And everything feels calm and strong