She was twenty-five
When she died-
Every summer
Night seems the
Same until you
Really miss someone
I spent many nights
In Indiana staying
Up late with her
Thinking about it all
Melissa was
Curious about
The stars
Always looking up
Listening to the
Crackle of the
The wood burning
During bonfires
The emptiness of the sky
How it lit up with
Mysterious crystals
To give us some kind
Of hope in a world
Full of slow decay
She left like
A comet
In & then out of view
But now she's wrapped
In warm nebulas
Piercing the dark
With bright light
A nicely written tribute to your cousin. However, also very sad that so many die too young before getting the help they need. Addiction is a terrible disease and I can state this from my own experiences. On the brighter side, you have some wonderful memories of your times together. Cherish them!
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A fine tribute of memories of her loves and interests and shared times binding your days and ensuring she remains in memories recalled and cared through you.