dear sister, i love you.

where have you gone, sister?
i thought that i knew you.
what happened then, sister?
my eyes look right through you.
i think that it's time we re-introduced.
we'd find we worked so much better together
than ever we did work apart.
but i can't help but think it'd go much more smoothly
if you weren't so insistent on breaking my heart.
for once it was captured, and i was quite restful,
content without running or hide-and-go-seek;
but you couldn't stand it-it killed you to see it-
what happened, dear sister? why be so contrite?
like David of Israel, content not with his sheep,
you reached out and snatched from me my only lamb.
but sister, he'll hurt you- hurt you like he hurt me-
likewise, he'll be hastily snatched from your hand.
and then you'll cry, sister.
you'll cry and you'll know.
the tears will then water the ground on your soul.
it may be unpleasant, but dear, it's quite worth it:
the water soaks in, and you can't help but grow.
oh, i know you're clever- alarmingly coy-
but you'd step on your sister to reach for a boy?
i guess that just makes us two souls of a kind-
we both have your best interest first in our minds.
dear sister, what happened to make you so cold?
i will not allow you to rip you in two.
you wish to be far-sighted, clever, and wise,
but you can't be with your hands to cover your eyes.
and sister, you'll get it some day. you will see
that when everone left you, still you had me.
even when you break me, i won't stop to care;
and the day when you realize- i promise, i'll be there.