today,
I dug up a box in our backyard.
it was decorated with pictures of us,
when we were young.
you had longer hair then.
you were smiling.
that was the most beautiful smile,
I had ever seen to exist.
so  beautiful even God above,
always left the night skies open,
filled with trillion million bright stars,
just so he could catch a  glimpse,
of that beautiful smile.
Why am I crying now?
I know you always hated seeing me this way,
all teary inside out,
but then you would sit beside me,
and put your arm around me,
and cry with me,
until we'd end up laughing for no good reason,
we'd reminisce on lots of memories...
The memories and this box is all I have left of you now,
the box filled with our goals of how we'd get married,
rule the world.
and the promises of never leaving each others side,
sisters till the end we'd say.