I spent lots of minutes and a deep cup of coffee with your sister, warding off the rain and realizing that it was easier to acknowledge that you've become someone I never met, who wouldn't call me babesio and give me an Anthurium for Valentines Day because they were sold out of Cactus's, I decided it was easier to call you a loser and laugh at how everything isn't working out; Life's not what it should have been for you or us and nodding along when your sister says 'you're better than him, he'll figure it out' because it was much easier than acknowledging that I still only want to wrap you up in a hug spend all day doing nothing together and talk about all the grand things we might do someday
I'm okay Really, I'm fine But you're not And that hurts me more than you will ever know