I listen to the music
tears in my eyes
when that song plays
the one from your funeral

I sit there and I miss you
listening to the melody
as though it were your voice
and I could hear you laugh again

I'll never forget the day we met
or the things you said to me
my very first friend
a protector in a new home
and I've had quite a few of those

I remember the shade of the tree
where we would eat our lunches
picking at the grass
and singing show tunes
days that must belong
to someone else

I'll never know if your son
would play with my daughter
or if, as in your dreams
I had married your brother
Maybe it would have been as you wanted
but now we'll never know

I lost so much more
than you that day
but the only thing I have lost since
are the memories we shared
Oh sister, how I've missed you!

I have a few pictures
Though back then cameras were scarce
I've saved them in a box
along with all our letters
Those child's dreams
put to paper so eloquently
so blunt and honest
They bring a smile to my face
but it never reaches my eyes