Perhaps
I could paint my nails yellow,
put on her favorite sweater, and
wear her fingerprint on a chain around my neck.
But she will never again be watching me in the dark of night,
with those big brown eyes, asking:
"Are you asleep Sis?
Can we watch Vampire Diaries?"
In a not-so-soft whisper I would say, "of course".
And her nose would crinkle in glee.
Crumbs.
There are cookie crumbs in my memory,
scattered across a plate
resting between us on her bed.
Five each,
that was her rule.
Maybe that was her favorite number because
it always happened to be the time,
in the early morning hours,
I would finally force us to sleep.
