Why (Cinquain Garland)

Heartbeats stilled but the echoes echo on in memories once shared between two sisters. No blood had tied the bonds nor sealed the envelope of friendship and of promises entwined. Mingled confessions laced nightmares, dreams, fears and hopes the expressions of life that could come true. Futures have been murdered. Dreams of severed hearts bleed but tomorrow fills cradles with nothing. Sisters are sisters still even after a fire has been extinguished by faceless questions. Heartbeats had tied the bonds; nightmares, dreams, fears and hopes but tomorrow fills cradles with questions. Written for a friend whose best friend was murdered.