It was perfect.
Everything was perfect.
The way every piece fell,
How every occasion moved,
How every mistake made,
The way they loved her,
The way she was loved,
The lessons she was taught,
The lessons she taught herself,
The people that crossed,
The purposeful accidents
All had the right measures, the correct numbers of drops, the accurate sequence of placement
It was the perfect formula nobody knew even was
She was the best flawed existence
She was
Still is
Yes
She is
And I am lucky.
Fortunate.
Happy.
