Lost
Somewhere along the way, the sister bond was lost. No amount of reaching out would bring the understanding of why. She sat there glancing through albums if sepia toned memories that would forever be the moments that shaped who she is. The constant wracking of her brain could bring no understanding of why this had happened. All she knew is that she craved her. Unlike craving a lover, it wasn't fading, but growing stronger. She missed the way they were bold for eachother, with eachother. The way it was just expected that at some point, they would dance. And when it was all over, they would laugh. She missed the confidant in which she would share and process things. She regrets not knowing where she is in life, and that her daughter did not know the wild woman known as Vanessa. There were so many things about her that made life a little more bearable when they were teenagers. And somehow, the silly promises to always be friends felt so much more real. Where did we go?
You are sorely missed...
You are sorely missed...