Awake Again
It's always unemotional until we weaken to the pull
of treasures built in humid nights
and hours over coffee.
It's always brand new 'till we laugh and
throw our raging brainstorms back
to each and every thought we have
in symbiotic nature.
It's always pain to pull away and even
harder when we stay.
A few days in your company
will make real life unbearable.
So we chit and so we chat and push the
issues to the back.
Pardon me as my tears flow
I love you. You're my sister.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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