A festering tangle remains
With the weight of a cannonball
The bottom drops out
Since You extended kindness when I laid
Too broken
To bestow
It upon myself
And yet I exploded the way I do
With  those closest to me
Because as it turns out
You’re one of those people too

The evidence of our time together
Merely imprinted in our children’s first memories
We never turned the cameras around
While orchestrating their joy.
So simple it is to sever a thread unacknowledged
I never had a sister
I think it won’t sting
It burns