the weight of forever,
knowing it’s more of this,
has pressed harder still
until
i lay unmoving in the earth
and wait to melt away.

and then

you’re there, and you see me.
you offer me some tea
and the bits of me
i thought i’d never see again
start coming back

and then

you’re there. can you help me?
i’m rebuilding myself
in my own image,
but i’m not sure how
to fit all the pieces.

so if that’s where you are now,
maybe we could walk together
and watch the birds
until we figure out how
sisters are supposed to be.