Little girls, swallowed up by the world.
And a faint moon they shared year through year, gleaming on their faces.
A collective struggle and in the same, a shared empathic stream of tears.
Trials of similar variety, and a sense of a tip-toe through every facet of their life.
Love looked blurry and comfort, a scream away.
They kept a light lit beneath the other.
Carrying each other’s torches even when hundreds of miles apart.
One could only dream of a world where pain didn’t consume.
But the sun took another turn around the moon, smiling in passing, and these little girls
became strong women.
Carrying the torch of anyone who’s ever experienced the pain of this world, we are limitless.
And even when we feel all alone in this great big world, something always brings us
back to this bond.
I don’t always feel the closest to you, and in moments, I feel a huge space between us,
but nothing will break
this life we have shared, and the feeling of family and friendship we will always have.
Sister, if ever there was a time to say the greatest of words, it is now. Love.
I carry such an immense and powerful love for you.
And even when you don’t see it, I see such a power in you.
This same moon still follows us, and day in and day out, we have been blessed to watch
it fall in love with the sun.
I would do anything in the world for you.
And if anything were to happen, and I shall ever leave this world, I will be with you always.
My sister, my friend.