tomorrow will be five months since you died. i still do not know any of this. what i feared is still upon me.
the difference is that maybe we don’t feel so alone. we have each other on a dance floor, at dinner, at 2.30 in the morning, in the cold, over time zones & text messages & oceans & computers, songs on the radio & the wind in the branches, over these lives that are ours until we die too. it is never over, but we can still live. but we will never, ever, ever move on from you, my baby sister.
