She was a star

A shooting star at that she knew

But she knew she had not yet landed and with that came uncertainty.

She was a lily pad

But also the motor that ripped her up in the lake

She was the rain California prayed for

And she was the mudslides that came after

She was the head buzz you got from nicotine

And the cancer you got from cigarettes

The full tummy you got from a home cooked meal

And the dishes you had to clean up afterwards

She was, and is, the heart filled feeling of kissing someone for the first time

And she was the heartbreak of moving trucks and packed up boxes two years after you said ‘I do’ but you “don’t” anymore

She was completed checklists and white boards

She was chaos and clutter

She was tied shoes and blazers

But she really loved sweatshirts and tie dye

She was a star, oh how she was a star

She shined brighter than every crystal and diamond on earth

But she lived in the deepest darkest caves