City Girl

Her heart was sticky sweet like the fruit ices on the corner in the cement-lined summer that only thirty seconds outside the four-wheeled freezer, dripped through her tiny grasp. 

Her spirit was freer than those whimsical, rainbow splatters that hit the sidewalk with such conviction. 

She had a kindness you could feel before words left her lips that pooled up in the magic of her soft brown eyes, exposed in every twinkle. 

A smirk so soft and warm it dissolves your coldest memory and you wear it around your soul like the blanket your mother would use to get you to stop crying when even you didn’t know what was wrong. 

She is the comfort of the familiar

She is the wonder of unknown

And somehow, some way,

her hand is yours to hold.