I look through our old photographs and part of me dies every time I see your smile...
I look at you these days and my heart still feels that warm feeling of sisters forever...
I walk the old paths through the dirt we used to travel and it feels like too many a mile...
I wait for the day you call or write me with not expectation but just a hey or whatever...
The dust settles its gruesome filth on the desert ground and I relive the times we have shared and I think of all we have missed out on in each others lives, I don't really know what I have done to deserve such treatment from you...your figurative hand slaps at my nose as if I were a dog caught on the table...and in figurative dog like respect I sit and wait for that pat on the head with wagging tail...Its sad to know that at one point in our lives we needed each other and that now we have gone for five years without a single face to face hello...Sometimes I have faith in you that you will read something I have written and get the hint on how much I miss you...but my faith is getting weaker by the day especially when I see how much you can manage and smile without me there...
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