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.
Sister Sister
