i hate to leave you, my sunny/funny girl-
for
my heart is split in two- as the moon washes over our home.
i so often reach for the cup that is yours, wash it out,
seeing the lipstick on the brim.
(the brand we both swear by.)
I know why
I must go,
but it pains me so.
i will miss your laughter in the afterglow of our TV shows
on the TV screen you own.
I now sow the meadow of our sisterhood-
fold up our blankets/the pizza boxes/the canvases of our past-
and tuck it away in my pocket, to clasp in a holiday grasp.
for our bond is forever, between our lips-
the smiles we owe to the other- my sister, my eternal friend