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.