my sister.
i love the way it smells
in my sister’s room:
like lotion and
flowers and
her.
she moved back in
a month ago.
she’ll start college
in a few weeks.
she left on a business trip
two days ago.
i miss her more
than a brother
has ever missed
a sister
--
i'm trying to
memorize
my sister.
the ways she smiles,
and laughs,
and watches netflix
at lunch.
she moved back in
two months ago.
she's moving out
next weekend.
i'll miss her more
than a brother
has ever missed
a sister.
the first half of this poem was written a month ago, the second half, last week. this poem is about my older sister, who i love very dearly.
Posted Sep 25, 2022, 8:15 PM UTC · edited
Reminds me of my sister. Her room always smelled better than mine. A sisters love