Thursday, May 04, 2006

My sister

If I was never here, what if?

and my foundation is dirt and dank.

I remember so little, sister. 

Did you go to prom, did anyone take pictures?
Are they fading in the ground?

Did anyone ever tell you that you are beautiful?
Did anyone tell you that you are loved?

You are so easy to cut to the core, so easily ignored. So easily dismissed and disgraced. But you will always have grace, through my eyes. 

I've never told you. I should've told you. 

I'm sorry. 
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm glad I had yet to apply my evening eye make-up as I was just made to sob like the proverbial skinned knee bitch. You know what sucked is that I'm been trained to allow myself to accept that type of treatment... though that is slowly fading with the onset of my love of anger. Eventually I'll grow up and get over it, as those who have never been foregotten might say, but until then; thank you. I'm glad we can have a relationship in our adult years, it will be worth getting to know each other again after the long years of speculation.

5/05/2006 12:21 PM

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