she was the funny one
with wicked humour
and a sharp tongue
my cousin
she'd *****
so would i
we'd fight
we'd clash
but that was okay
because we were family
and that's what families do
she was the life
among us
we swam together
one on each lane
racing to the finish
or just helping each other make it
to the finish line
we laughed together
at the jokes that were cracked
laughing until our stomachs ached
and our eyes filled with tears
we sang together
four little voices trying to blend together
messily
but happily
we were happy
then she moved away
to a different place
to a different country
to different people
i remember
how she would
look in the mirror
everywhere we went
i remember
how she would run
against the wind
with her head tilted
so it would not mess her hair
i remember
her Michael Jackson dance
and the song she made
about a guy in our class
and i remember
when she made new best friends
and wore pounds of make up
and took pictures
with her cleavage showing
and we didn't meet up
because she never came back
and we rarely talked
because she was too busy
with life
a life where there is no me
no us
no inside jokes
no fighting
no sticking together
and what can i do
but sit here
and watch
as she goes out into the world
and the world changes her
until she only was
the person i once knew best
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
she was the funny one
with wicked humour
and a sharp tongue
my cousin
she'd *****
so would i
we'd fight
we'd clash
but that was okay
because we were family
and that's what families do
she was the life
among us
we swam together
one on each lane
racing to the finish
or just helping each other make it
to the finish line
we laughed together
at the jokes that were cracked
laughing until our stomachs ached
and our eyes filled with tears
we sang together
four little voices trying to blend together
messily
but happily
we were happy
then she moved away
to a different place
to a different country
to different people
i remember
how she would
look in the mirror
everywhere we went
i remember
how she would run
against the wind
with her head tilted
so it would not mess her hair
i remember
her Michael Jackson dance
and the song she made
about a guy in our class
and i remember
when she made new best friends
and wore pounds of make up
and took pictures
with her cleavage showing
and we didn't meet up
because she never came back
and we rarely talked
because she was too busy
with life
a life where there is no me
no us
no inside jokes
no fighting
no sticking together
and what can i do
but sit here
and watch
as she goes out into the world
and the world changes her
until she only was
the person i once knew best
