That strained rack, filled to the brim with clothes.
That drawer, overwhelmingly full of abandoned products.
The canvas with the stupendously painted sunrise thrown to the side.
I take it without a second thought, now hanging proudly from my grey walls.
The mirror that I gaze covetously at you through, standing right next to you.
The half-eaten bowl of food left discarded on your nightstand; I made it for you.
The cracked newly painted milky door that my fist banged ceaselessly at.
Believing one day it would open.
You always stayed an unseen-silent face behind a door.
My tears ran wild with you around.
My heart was never more yearning than without you.
And when I looked back, you were nowhere around.
Your little sister,
May you never leave me.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered
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