Forever Sixteen

Forever sixteen, with sun-kissed hair and hazel eyes, Retaining her slim, trim, gorgeous figure, and her light. Samantha pops into my dendrite highway, sometimes. Usually in February, or when the snow is on the ground. She had a laugh that could shake the stars with mirth. A full out, happy, excited, way announcing her presence. The party did not begin until she had arrived. it pretended that it could, but that was faux thinking. She drove too fast, and made loud hooting noises, Scaring her passengers, of which I was one, most of the time. My best friend who always made me laugh, gone fifty-two years now. I see her in the stars, I see her in snow drifts. I see her in February. Forever Sixteen.