Dear Taylor

Dear Taylor,

My memory does not decompose

beneath the starlit streetlamp where

I stand alone.

Thinking of your smile.

You are as vivid as the stars caught up in this lamp bubbling forth fire.

I could not imagine you gone.

The wind on this night stills as the silence attempts to knaw away at the alacrity of your smile which I will never allow to fade.

You were heaven sent,

and although you are gone, and although the spin of stars echo

tell tale time's march onward,

I know.

You and I will meet again.

Love,

Ariana