A Flame Went Out

Was she pretty, perhaps, look again
She was beautiful.
Her smile would leave the sunshine
Wanting
Her voice cut through a wheat field
Like a feather
Her thoughts never failed to amaze and
Challenge.
She had the world and she
Held the world
All of life was hers until
Her life was stolen
She dropped her phone
And she was gone.
We lost her love her beauty
Her truth her laughter
On a old pavement
Gold in the dirt.