Taken by Mad Cow Disease

She had neither beauty nor compelling grace; just an uncanny ability to encompass a room with a smile that left a mark on every soul. 

The last time I saw her, she graced me with that smile and a thousand memories exploded. 

Of summer camp, and sleepovers on the living room floor. 

Of dancing like fools until we collapsed. 

Of pillow fights, and baking cookies. 

Of talking about our first kisses, and reading novels by the river.

I can still hear her infectious laughter. 

Still see that toothy grin that lit up her hazel eyes. 

Still feel her ferocious hug

And I know my blistered soul still bears the mark of her smile.