It takes a minutes
Just sit and remember.

She’s not gone forever
She’s still there,
Just not here,
I‘ll remember.

A few more moments
Pass by in silence
As tears of recollection
Build behind open eyes
As I start remembering.

Here only hours later
The picture starts to fade
Grasping with hands of the mind
Only to have it slip away,
Trying so desperately
Trying to remember.

So sitting on the bed
A picture in hand
A demand to immortalize
The face that lived there
So it will be remembered.

It takes a minute to remember . . .
But she’ll be my sister forever.

(I wrote this the other day after coming home from dropping off my sister at the airport so she could fly down to college in Florida. Since I live in Washington state we won't see each other much. I think that day was the worst, since she's been my friend forever and she'll be gone for so long.)