The Sisters
They say she won’t forget you
that she won’t leave you behind.
I find that hard to believe,
for it seems time after time
she looks me in the eye
only to walk away.
I beg her to turn around,
She refuses to hear my cries.
She’s inconsistent at best
her summer like warmth
and loving smile.
None of it was ever meant for me,
not for very long at least.
Her sister lays a hand upon my shoulder,
so unlike they are
yet the world can’t have one without the other.
She holds no warmth,
her eyes hold only pain,
she promises to never leave
her tongue may bring despair,
but at least she’s consistent.
I almost wish to be alone again.