As tears break through lines in your face
as your hands open limply
palms beseeching stars
Sister,
I don’t know the lyrics of your sorrow
but I have run to catch up with you
so that I can join our cold hands
and grasp the sun between our palms
so we can run together.
Sister,
you run ahead and see the end of the line
(please share it with me)
in broken sobs
you beg me not to look
where true darkness is kept
like secrets from the young,
and yet, you turn your face
back to the sun
Sister.