Crimson

Years of conversation,
In fragments and as a whole,
Memories,
That grew into something more.
Til when a day came,
It all had to flutter away.
But Crimson was strong.
She didn’t sway.
When her heart was broken,
She smiled.
When her smile was weak,
She laughed.
And when she could laugh no more,
Tears came to her eyes,
As life was a joy.
And everything that came with it,
Was only a beginning.
The beginning that would march to her free spirit,
Bright, Bold, Beautiful and full of Belief.