I remember how you taught me how to play football.
I remember when I saw a drawing you made of your future little sister.
I remember when we played basketball in that tiny hoop in your room.
I remember when we would go practically high on sour candy and chocolate.
I remember how you were proud of me for winning the school spelling bee.
I remember how you were so happy when I told you that I approved of your girlfriend.
I remember when we argued.
I hated when we argued.
Now I wish I could relieve everything.
Can’t we go back to those innocent, childish days?
When loving your baby sister wasn’t so weird?
I wish I could take everything back that annoyed you or bothered you.
But now you are gone.
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