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It's a poem of grief on the death of a sibling |
Crystal skies, quiet surroundings Nostalgia hitting me like a cool breeze at night My eyes swollen, wells up with precious tears Of the memories we had here The apartment we shared The queen sized bed we laid our tired heads on Your perfume that is forever etched in those walls Everything now- is matted to dust I guess I'm not over it I guess you'll burst out of the rooms Hug me, sit me down Offer me tea, knowing all too well how I hate it Those conversations we shared Of our struggles Have replayed itself in my mind like a gramophone As I stroke the soft brown leather couch I could remember how we'll argue About the colour turquoise I'm siding with blue, you green Knowing all too well that we're both right Your clothes-all fancy Mostly black has felt unreal But when I wear it I see you with so much vivid clarity I wail and grieve from my soul Hot tears from the warmth of my heart spring forth from my eyes I've lost my sister My sister who will take huge helpings Because she's the firstborn My sister, who helped me build an empire When I told her I can't be a Queen Where are you now?! I miss our petty arguments I miss our harmless teasing I miss our talks I miss your laugh I miss the safety of your tired arms But you and I know all too well that you're not coming back |