December 13, 2024

How do I let go of your sleeve, so that I may not burn you? I still faintly smell your hair as I leaned on your shoulder when you carried me. Even now, I am that constant blubbering child, hugging you like I can keep you forever. Even now, I remember your kindness so naive that it could melt crust of any soul. Even now, I have already forgiven you for growing up too soon. Even now, I miss you dearly. How are you? Are you okay? Do I scare you? Have I singed your arms? Do you fear me? But my lovely sister, your warmth has never left my dreary side.