Letters to my Sister

A rollercoaster,
They said, it was.
Strapped in, no out,
There was just no pause.
The ups were bright,
They were, for everyone.
But when the downs came around,
Out went all the fun.

You listened to them,
Thinking you’ll never be there.
But soon you find yourself,
Screaming, with hands up in the air.
It moves so fast,
Speedy turns that creep up from behind.
Your head is upside down,
How did you end up in this bind?

Perhaps in that motion,
You break a bone or heart or two.
Locked in now, you heal yourself,
This ride is a part of you.
You keep on moving,
With zeal, through all the strife.
No option, but to ride along,
This rollercoaster called life.

She sat there with a box,
Her treasure trove -
His things.
It had been a while,
Deep down, she sighed,
Oh, how reality stings.

So much of him, she found,
And realized,
All was not lost.
His radiant smile, now on her,
A happy past, she wouldn’t change,
At any cost.

It was that old wedding photograph,
Grainy, discolored,
Just a paper - xerox copy.
Brought back all her smiles,
Her memories,
Now a little choppy.

I watched, as she lit up,
Grandpa –
Still her hope and light.
Gone a long time,
But still with her,
In this piece of black and white.

I stay away,
And wonder, how?
Perhaps a new superpower,
To live in the now.
Unplanned plans,
A change in direction.
Once our path,
Now separated, to perfection.

Wasn’t meant to be, I agree,
When life tells me, I told you so.
Did it warn me before?
Young and lost, I didn't know.
Maybe it was that feeling,
I still cant forget.
Those days together,
Not something I regret.

I do believe, now,
That time plays a role.
I may have been lost,
But I was always whole.
You preferred you,
You before me.
Even when together,
You and I, were never a “We”.

He saw her that morning,
As the sun came along.
On a cold winter’s day,
She felt like a summer song.
He knew right then,
Somehow he was sure.
She was the love of his life,
There’s nothing he wanted more.

Everyday for her,
He’d wait.
She’d come to the window,
Never late.
And finally,
When their eyes met,
She felt a connection,
She couldn’t forget.

Her radiant smile,
Made his heart skip a beat.
Their little romance,
Had taken seed.
From stealing glances,
To holding hands.
They were together,
Making life plans.

Never a visionary,
But he saw this one through.
Makes me believe,
And maybe you will too.
Perhaps true love does come along.
You’ll know.
If on a cold winter’s day,
They feel like a summer song.

A beautiful composition,
It is coming together.
I sit here reeling in my thought,
A pen in hand, a feeling,
and a notebook bound in leather.

In an ideal world,
These would be so easy to find,
Free of rules,
Thoughts would flow in,
Words wouldn’t just tease my mind,

But I continue writing,
There is so much to say.
Hoping to find utopia,
My world of perfect words,
I am getting closer every day.

The night continues breathing,
And slowly, I start to see.
My words at large - unbound, unrestricted.
This little diary is my perfect world.
No where else I'd rather be.