In Memorandum

In memory of a girl who's light ended early two years ago due to an ill-timed accident or her own choice... we'll never know the truth.
 

You asked me once if
      I would have still thought it 'cool'
If I knew it was real
      After I complimented that Bull ring.

I wish I had the courage then
      to tell you that yes, I found
Your uniqueness and courage cool;
      while I hid in the system, you flaunted it.

Except for an indecipherable look
      I didn't know how bad
                                      you had it,
                                                         even then.

But I remember we both loved
      the wind through our hair;
I hope you found comfort in the
      air's embrace during those few seconds.

After all, you gave yourself to it
      of your own volition,
just as you gave yourself to the
      violence of the earth at the end.

Sad irony,
      a seven years ago conversation;
seven stories for an end
                                          to the haunted look in your eyes.