i started writing poetry again
because i thought of you often.

but now i feel like, soon,
you'll tell me that
you will never see me
as your sister sees the moon.

by soon,
i mean tomorrow after noon,

when i tell you how i feel -
that everything is true, everything is real.

i hope you love me enough
and tell me without a bluff:

*"it's okay, it's alright.
i will still love you through the night.
Through every day, i will love you
but not as you love me, too."