To: The delicate brown-eyed girl, Cigarette in hand, lost in her own reality, With complete disregard for flesh and blood, Drifts further and further away from The girl I call, my sister. Together, we grew up, Side-by-side, then apart. We were inseparable. Now, I can’t remember what It feels like to know you, To be loved by you. For I know What it is to love you. Far away, Leering in, with jealous eyes Wondering why I’m not in pictures with you.