Cries Of The City

The city lights flicker in the dark of the night

as I walk towards the house, the construction

we once called home...

I prefer the lights off, I shun the light

the light that reminds me you're gone

and I'm alone.

I never really expected the best older sister

Yet I was blessed by the beautiful soul that is you

Your loving arms my space place

my reality and my fantasy in one

my frozen mountain my fiery furnace

The city cries for your absence

it hurts it as much as it hurts me

I can't seem to find a replacement...

The house remains dark as I slump down on the sofa

I stare at your photo as it burns a hole in my chest

If only my dear older sister was alive

I tell myself and sleep.