
The window glares dusky skies,
Back to me,
I see the summer’s end.
Bare trees and bright lights burning,
Inside in the afternoon.
No sunshine anymore,
No more endless beaches,
And fires alight for the purpose of being warm.
Inside I’ll find my burden,
Reach out for the sake of blood,
But I’m ghosted and forgotten.
I remember to trace my words,
Was it me who was mistaken?
Or was it you who lashed your point?
Sisters are forever,
And sisters are not friends,
No debates left to ponder,
No more make amends.
No more burning anger,
No more embers re-ignite.
Like coldness in the winter,
A shoulder turned away,
Once a burning fire of sisterhood,
Hot as the summer heat,
Now extra cold and buried.
Nothing left,
Just ashes of defeat.




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