Dear Sister,
The tears, they
break at my heartstrings.
Our quiet which ensues,
conversationalists know as simply silence.
You may speak but a word
but instead embrace upon what we have known.
This bond of One
true hearted, unrequited love
pulls the symphony whole again.
Your absence means but nothing.
Marry the sorrows and chant,
"I love you, till the end."
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