Her hair; honey covered curls with a burst of orange whenever the sunlight would catch stubborn strands cascading her face.
Her jade eyes held secrets she refused to speak aloud.
…Sage & Citrus…
I was simultaneously terrified & possessed by her.
She spoke of poetry while we sipped coffee – black as midnight.
We talked for hours that melted into days on end while our cups left circles on the old birch wood table nestled under the window.
Sunrise after sunset ; rose gold streaks lighting up the sky while she spoke of dreams now exhausted & deceased – tears pooling in the shallow corners of her eyes still mourning a life she left behind.