“I miss my sister,”
I say as my head makes a thud against his chest. 
My tears leaves evidence behind. 
Two little nostril prints and all. 

I miss my sister. 
I take a deep breath as I’m hit with the nostalgia.
It smells like her. 
I think I’ll stay a little while longer.

I miss her laughter intertwining with mine,
And the wine.
And the jokes,
That only we would know.

I miss the way she made me feel,
Heard and seen.
My big sister and me. 
I just miss her. 
I miss my sister.