She was twenty-five <br />When she died- <br /> <br />Every summer <br />Night seems the <br />Same until you <br />Really miss someone <br /> <br />I spent many nights <br />In Indiana staying <br />Up late with her <br />Thinking about it all <br /> <br />Melissa was <br />Curious about <br />The stars <br />Always looking up <br /> <br />Listening to the <br />Crackle of the <br />The wood burning <br />During bonfires <br /> <br />The emptiness of the sky <br />How it lit up with <br />Mysterious crystals <br /> <br />To give us some kind <br />Of hope in a world <br />Full of slow decay <br /> <br />She left like <br />A comet <br />In
