The rapid flight of feet on stairs
should have pulled me out of sleep
But I’m already awake,
Woken by a touch across my forehead,
fingers tracing through my hair
mimicing my movements yesterday
The pressing against my forehead of lips
I wake to brush my sister away
To hear the rapid flight of her feet up the stairs
And my heart broken open,
aching with the words I know she’s going to say
“She’s gone.”
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