It's funny how small world's collide 
And may it be by chance or by design 
Lives become intertwined
An insignificant "Hello" is just the beginning, a fresh start. 
First introductions evolve into "I saved you a spot!" 
And from there we age into the years of teenage angst, learning the art of cheating on tests, giggling behind stacks of books while trading black nail polish and fake tattoos.
All of it is gone before we even get the chance to say goodbye... 
I've met so many colorful souls 
But not a color so vibrant as she 
All my life I've known her
But years separate people
Growing apart instead of together
I never forget a face 
No matter how faded one may become 
Some we never meet again
Death steals those we care about 
Holding them hostage beyond return 
Prisoner's of the grave 
A memory is all we're allowed to have 
Just a small capacity of our brain is we what we're supposed to give to those who've passed on?
I hate that. 
We long for more
But we've had our chance
Did you waste it?
I did 
Two months too late. 
I had no idea 
Now she's gone 
An effervescent soul 
Full of laughter
In love with the universe
She was the Daughter of the stars
Now she's one of them 
They made her a Queen
Holding hands with constellations she sits on her throne. 
Breathing stardust out into the atmosphere
She's simply the brightest 
Smiling forever above us. 

--Written For C.S.H