Here

I sit Here

With my ginger tea

And my card

I'm writing to you

My sister

And my heart is full

My eyes overfull

Possibly dripping

And it hurts

That I know

What you are willing

To offer

And I've no idea

What I'm willing

To take

And it creates this friction

Between us

Which causes us each

To distance ourselves

In self preservation

And I miss you.