From the moment I first saw you, 

I knew I would love you.

You had a warm, comforting aura. 

Your sweet vanilla scent perfectly matched your character.

Five years ago,

we collapsed onto the couch,

seized the last of the Sour Patch Kids,

savored the sourness prickling in our mouths,

and laughed together for hours.

Now,

you wear so much makeup that

Alice’s porcelain-white fingers,

stark against the chestnut wood of the door,

trembled