Minima Maxima Sunt

She was the lingering taste of butterscotch

She was the soft scent of vanilla

She was the warmth of a strangers smile

She was the excitement of new places

She was the sting of wanting to start over

She was the star dust that flitted in our hearts

She was Heaven and Hell and the confusion in between

She was the answer to a curious child's question

She was the fire of a first kiss

She was everything when she was here

She was even more when she was gone

She is irreplacable