My dear sister,
There are words I still save for you
Even though the room is quiet now.
Some habits the heart refuses to forget.
My dear sister,
I still turn my head sometimes
When something funny happens,
Ready to share the look we always shared
The one that meant don’t laugh yet… but we will.
We had a thousand tiny secrets,
My dear sister,
Whispers traded in the dark,
Dreams folded between late-night conversations,
Promises sealed with laughter.
My dear sister,
You knew the stories behind my silence.
You heard the things
I was too afraid to say out loud.
Somehow you always understood.
There were jokes only we could tell,
Memories no one else would recognize.
My dear sister,
You carried pieces of my childhood
Like treasures in your pocket.
Now the world feels different somehow.
The air a little quieter,
The days a little longer.
My dear sister,
I still keep our secrets safe.
They live in the corners of my mind
In old songs,
In familiar places,
In the echo of laughter I still hear.
Sometimes I speak to you in my thoughts,
My dear sister,
The way we used to talk about everything
And nothing at all.
If you could hear me now,
I’d tell you what I always meant to say:
That growing up beside you
Was the greatest gift life gave me.
And though time keeps moving forward,
And the world asks me to keep walking,
My dear sister,
The bond we shared
Those quiet secrets,
Those endless conversations
Will always belong to us.
Grief Poetry 