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I wrote down my sister’s name I erased it I couldn’t stand the curves of the letters It looked like phlegm caught in the back of your throat After her husband died She mourned In a way so foreign to me And conflicting to the way I needed her to mourn My heart broke and she carried the pieces home with her Held them next to hers, I thought And the countless other broken hearts We all mourned so severely I thought she’d hold the pieces close for warmth But our portions of heart were swept under the bed Which she now shares with a new man Ryan’s death should have been about him But it took less than 2 weeks for it to be about her new boyfriend My sister Went from “widowed” to “in a relationship” In 36 days. When we were 5 and 6 We created theatrical productions on our trampoline We performed them for our neighbors I just want to write to everyone And tell them to erase the memories Forget my smile Forget my silly voices Forget the dandelions I threw at my sister when she bowed My sister would not take my heart and throw it like a **** I do not know this person Who no longer identifies as widow
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:10 AM UTC
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I wrote down my sister’s name I erased it I couldn’t stand the curves of the letters It looked like phlegm caught in the back of your throat After her husband died She mourned In a way so foreign to me And conflicting to the way I needed her to mourn My heart broke and she carried the pieces home with her Held them next to hers, I thought And the countless other broken hearts We all mourned so severely I thought she’d hold the pieces close for warmth But our portions of heart were swept under the bed Which she now shares with a new man Ryan’s death should have been about him But it took less than 2 weeks for it to be about her new boyfriend My sister Went from “widowed” to “in a relationship” In 36 days. When we were 5 and 6 We created theatrical productions on our trampoline We performed them for our neighbors I just want to write to everyone And tell them to erase the memories Forget my smile Forget my silly voices Forget the dandelions I threw at my sister when she bowed My sister would not take my heart and throw it like a **** I do not know this person Who no longer identifies as widow
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:10 AM UTC
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