My sister is gone and I can't ever get her back.
I can't see her, hug her, laugh with her or share funky monkey ice-cream with her ever again.
My sister is gone and it is my fault.
She's all I ever had. The only one to fully understand me. She had a way of painting the world in bold and vibrant colours. Stella was fluro. Even her smell was bright.
Now with her gone, the world is beige.
Absent of excitement.
© Lo-arna Green