The day I met you, my life began.
Swinging on the swings and holding hands-- we were inseperable.
Friends soon became more important than I,
Even though I had never made you cry.
The interest you had in boys took a toll,
For I had no advice to give, I was only 8 years old.
Words of hate flowed freely towards me,
Sad and confused, I let you be.
Soon came cars and parties; we drifted further apart.
Nothing was how it used to be from way back at the start.
Then there was college, it took you away.
The phonecalls you made weekly were nothing but a quick \"Hey--Can I talk to Mom?\"
That guy came along and we never spoke.
Trying to contact you and ask for your advice was a joke-- you were always busy.
Your wedding day was right around the corner. For months I did whatever you wanted.
You repayed me by kicking me out of your apartment-- for a friend that came the night before the wedding.
Not even a year later you tell me about the divorce as tears roll down your cheeks.
I had put all of my feelings aside and ached for your pain for weeks.
Now you\'re gone, and so are the phone calls, emails, and regards,
I still admire you and pray for you, as I always have. I love you my sister, with all of my heart.
