liquor ☆ [pjm + myg]

二十六

the phone rings,

and it's the hospital,

and the girl on the phone sighs,

before she breaks the news,

that my sister died,

of a heart tumor,

that the doctor couldn't pry,

away from her brave body,

that sat still with a peaceful smile,

and i start to bawl,

while yoongi tries to stall,

about the loss of my favorite girl,

and i digest regret,

that i couldn't always be there for her,

but he smiles,

and rubs my back,

like he knows something,

about her death,

but his lips stay sealed,

and i don't ask.