To my sister, Emma.
Two, none, one.
Looking back, it seems so long ago. So distant. The spark, the love, the pain, the growth. In the moment, it seemed like an eternity. Remembering it makes it all blur together.
Two
They say friendship can be the best foundation of a relationship. How true is it, but no one mentions the danger.
The chaos.
I should have known—I should have seen it. Alas, I put myself at a distance; not wanting to be a disturbance.
None
I ended up watching the two break into an enraged fire. How foolish I was to think the fire went out quickly, when the embers actually continued to flicker for far too long into the unforgiving wind.
A l o n e.
If only you had said something. Just one word and I would have smothered the flames, hoping to rescue you from your void. Maybe, you did speak up, which makes reality even crueler. Maybe, I didn’t hear you. Maybe, I wasn’t listening.
I am now. Ears are wide open, awaiting every silent tear you might shed, and remind you the secret we both know—but often forget: no one is ever alone.
FREEDOM.
It rings loudly with every step you take. Your strength shines in your wise eyes. The void can’t dis- appear, but you know how to climb out now—triumphantly.
One
Time passes. Sometimes fast; sometimes slow. But, you remain strong and fierce. New voids continue to rise, but it’s what makes you, you. It’s apart of you. Now, I’m always amazed at how you can stand in the flames, untouched by the haunting heat.
Guilt can creep back up to me, but I know you would tell me to relax—that I didn’t do anything wrong. But, silence can be just as deadly. I refuse to be so careless. Forget fear. Forget doubt.
I will use my voice, as you have.
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