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O' sister my sister

       
          
as kids        
it was pulling hair,        
hard            
fighting—  drop down, drag out            
yes, cats and dogs          
leaving welts          
and long harbored bad feelings            
stealing each other's clothes          
uncommon ground            
tattle tailing (mostly me)            
just— oil and vinegar          
           
aging          
wisely,          
came with less conflict            
more unity          
love, respect, appreciation;            
grasping parental effects            
on each and all three            
empathy within our sisterhood            
hearts combined by blood            
ash and grit            
(and undoubted resemblance)            
           
When time passes quickly, sometimes you're unaware of just how selfish you become in your own life's journey....          
           
Then it became,           
b r o k e n            
My idol            
My—          
Captain, my Captain          
a rock of fortune            
love that was born, not learned            
such respect of utter strength            
born from witnessing the worst          
of all imaginable worsts        
and the darkest of dark days        
(She was always my inspiration,      
even in all her then, pain)        
           
all.            
ripped.            
away.            
           
My sister—          
gone by choice            
of hers to measure            
in an unknown understanding            
and only hers that she silently defends           
           
No one knew me better in the whole world          
           
Trying to understand          
a death with no dead body,           
is a particularly harsh pin point pain.          
           
It's always Sunday,           
when I think of you            
missing all things of you            
like warm air stolen from healthy lungs            
       
Sundays, were our day.        
Sundays--        
were once filled of shared love of coffee          
or bullshitting on the back porch for hours            
marathon cooking          
for both families          
yes, for the entire week          
at times help with her school,            
those quizzes          
finally, last memories            
of helping me put my pieces back together            
           
Maybe you gave up on me?          
Or you really are that selfish now?          
           
This Sunday, now          
I truly don't care            
.... about why.            
           
because—            
           
Missing you,          
and needing             
that bond from birth            
our only knowns of each other's knowns            
shared betwixt knowledge    
and every single year I've been on this planet,      
... is all I can think of,      
that could possibly soothe...      
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
... if only you answered.            
Written by Bluevelvete
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Author's Note
Btw (since there's confusion) .. my sister has not passed away —she's refused contact with her extended family, me included, for the last six years and wouldn't take my call today, when I took a leap of faith and reached out. Apologies if I didn't convey properly... 🙇‍♀️

B. S. and J
circa 2008
Honestly, one of the last times we were all happy.
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