I can hear you breathing on the other side,
slow breathes,
as the silence stretches in between us.
We have nothing to say,
nothing to talk about.
Somewhere in the years that passed,
we lost ourselves and the
connection we once had.
My dear sister,
you've become a stranger
I once knew well.
YOU ARE READING
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