they named her after water, not because
of the poem she wrote or the song she liked,
but because of her laugh, and the way it
touched a boy where the hole in his chest was,
and her simple, roaring beauty
that was striking in a wild way.
and because of her hair,
that she rarely brushed and kept clean,
that was midnight black and swept over her shoulders
like rain sweeps over a city of lights.
and her unwavering personality,
that was serenity in everything when she needed it to be,
but came down in powerful waves
when she felt too much of anything.
and the way she loved,
like hurricanes and morning dew and a glittering lake,
and how you could feel it crash over you
and how it always washed you back to her shores
time after time again.