We saw her long violin fingers turn to rust and then disintegrate into moving boxes

Not all of her memories received the proper care when being bundled and some got left behind like a favorite ice cube tray

…maybe not favorite

but certainly familiar…

Still others were left behind on purpose

On this day in particular, the treetops were the only indication that perfection existed between the cracking leaves under her feet and the gravity that brought them there

All of this transpired while the remainder of her innocence (at least the part of her innocence that the newspaper articles failed to properly cite) evaporated in a not dissimilar fashion