Cliche
I am not cliche
when asked
"What can you not live without?"
and I say,
"Her"
For she smiles when I'm near
and her innocent laugh
is the reason I love her.
And she walks eager, not fear,
into the future.
Nights when we share a bed,
we rotate and giggle
since, it is only made for one.
And when nothing more is said:
she sleeps loudly.
Still, she is my sister
no matter her imperfections
or where she is,
I cannot live without her
next to me.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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