She always hears the same questions,

And feels the same empty space:

“Why is she still using present tense?”

The doctor says,

She should “get over it soon,”

And “accept the reality.”

But there is no reality,

Without her,

She screams inside.

How can you act like,

She was never here?

I have a sister,

And she might be gone,

But I will always have a sister,

And you can’t take that truth from me,

With all the medications,

And pills sitting on the table,

And all the therpist trips.

So don’t try,

Because you will tear apart,

And dirty all the memories,

We had together,

So don’t kill my sister’s memory,

Even now that she is gone.