Just what no one told me about my sister:
I sing to miss her.
From our beginnings to here:
We grew together
like flowers sprouting
from a vine.
We lay here, and
relay our past to me.
Likened I lie,
if I can't rely on her.
Long gone is she,
ongoing;
she goes her own way
with marriage and a family
I don't belong in.
I guess I'm aware
we don't grow together
anymore.
She finds me waiting,
waning and wanting
outside her apartment door.
Left wary and weary,
I wear my hopes down.
I hold so much fear
for our future.
It breaks me, and
I can no longer pull my bones
back together.
Weeping beneath the willow,
wilting away while
I look wayward.
Whether we wither together
or without the weather;
either way,
we differ too much.
I long for the past
but I'm
lost, gone
in her memory
as she moves forward.
Our lives no longer collide,
culled and idle;
idealize this:
call to me;
calm, idly
I die lonely.
I reek of the love I am left with
when she leaves.
I sigh, ready
to meet my demise.
I let her go.
