cerulean blue sky,
do you remember the times?
you were five and i was nine,
catching our breaths, chasing our brother,
sticky from the heat, so we dived into the water
licking ice creams on your Beach,
and attempting to create sand castles
teaching you how to do makeup,
but you never understood the eyeliner
hiding from your parents,
wondering if your mom was fine
hiding from your father,
wondering if he could get his anger in line.
they had always shattered even the best of times.
we hugged and parted in the airport,
and said goodbye.
you were crying,
i should have known
you were dying
but i left you,
barefoot on the pavement.
now i wait for an empty person,
slowly giving up on trying.
- sister
