I’ll sit atop my window sill and stare across the fading lawn.
The leaves will dance with the snowflakes and settle on the ground.
The cold, thin breeze will dry my tears when your warm touch can’t,
and I’ll hold the silver words just a little closer to my heart.
The warmth of the sunset will slowly drift away and the moon will take its turn.
The comfort of my own arms wrapped around my shivering body will quickly be too little.
The clouds will part just enough to remind me of the stars,
and soon the world will close its eyes and lay upon its pillow.
Reluctantly, I will give in to the cold and crawl into my bed.
But, even though the whole world sleeps,
and my eyes will droop and close,
the escape of a dreamful sleep will evade me.
Now as the fleeting warmth of my body still won’t warm the sheets,
and the cuts of my mind seem just too deep to heal.
Even when the darkness makes me forget that there’s a sun,
I still remember you.
I pushed and pulled and I put up my walls,
but you still gave everything but up.
Now if I close my eyes just tight enough,
I can still feel your hand in mine.
Tell the story of the friends in heaven.
Please tell it this one last time...
Tell me again how they promised they’d never forget,
and now, as they stand hand in hand, they are sisters.
Please stay with me just a little bit longer...
Kiss me goodnight and tuck me in.
Please check the closet and under the bed,
I’ll believe if you say it’s all clear.
Sometimes at night I hear you cry in your sleep,
even if you’re not really there.
I know your heart is broken,
and mine cracks every day because I feel it.
Now as I look at the words on my necklace,
I can’t help but feel they are wrong.
I’m not the Big Sister...
You are.
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Submission Name: Big Sister
This poem recently won first place in a competition at SUU - Southern Utah University(local university). 
