She'll be gone this time tomorrow.
The day I've dreaded, tried to forget and ignore.
It's here now, knocking.
And it's raining as if to emphasize
how we'll all be crying tomorrow at the airport.
Embracing.
She's been more than my sister;
She's been my mentor, my laughing friend.
Two years
is a long while to wait
to see my sister, Courtney, again.
Godspeed.
1 comment:
That must have been a very hard goodbye. But if there were no goodbyes, the hellos wouldn't be nearly as sweet.
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