A different mood is in the air,
Now that you’re not around.
You moved out a short while ago,
But it feels like its been forever
My room is cleaned out from your belongings;
Your stuff is no longer covering the floor.
Half of the closet is now empty.
I no longer have any one nagging me to wash dishes,
Or clean my side of the bedroom.
Your side of the room is clean and empty since you’re no longer around to make it Messy, all of your things are neatly placed for the next time you come,
However long from now that will be
My Best friend, my Sister— who isn’t here for me any more
It’s Too Quiet in the house now—we don’t have you here any more to make us laugh
All the Happy Moments in the family always Involved you,
Now it’s like you are missing from these family moments,
And with you missing I don’t feel it’s the same or quite as nice without you —
Will you come over for the holidays,
Or were you invited to another dinner,
Or would you rather go spend your holidays with some other family?
The one time you came over you looked like a stranger
I didn’t even recognize you when you came through the door—
Your hair was different, you have a different style now, and you even changed your make up—
What happened to the old you, the one who didn’t care what people thought or when you laughed at yourself when you did something stupid—
Now you are careful what you do as if everyone is watching what you’re doing
As much as I don’t want to admit it,
You’ve Changed, and there is nothing I can do about it.
I can’t make you want to go back to the way you were before—
We stayed up all night like the old times talking about what happened to each other in the past two weeks that we haven’t seen one other—
So much has changed in two weeks that you don’t know about—
So much to talk about everything in my heart unable to tell any one else how I feel—
I Don’t Know what to do, I can’t hold in all my stories for much longer.
What if one day my mind explodes and I tell the wrong person the wrong story?
Your Not Judgmental, you’re the only person I could talk to with out worrying what you would think of me—
You would never look at me a certain way if I told you something that you did not like—
My Best friend, my Sister—there is no closer bond
I don’t see you as often as before, you’re so busy now.
I don’t know what to do now that my best friend isn’t here any more,
To defend me when everyone else attacks with their hurtful words—
No one trusts me like they trust you,
Like I’m not Good Enough.
I guess it’s because I’m not you, their perfect child, the perfect sister, the perfect granddaughter—
Well that’s just too bad, I can’t be like you, I’m sorry.
I have My Own identity;
I have My Own name and face.
Stop mistaking me for her I love her,
But I don’t want to be like her—
I just want my best friend back— everything is so different now
Why can’t things go back to the way they were before you moved away?
My Best friend, my Sister— who isn’t here for me any more.