We have a lot in common
I saw your flaws
I saw your weakness
I saw all the hidden goodness
We've been separated
I know that we'll see each other again
Since that is where you were born...
It truly doesn't matter
On the 8th of January...
You told me that you needed to move to another country
Not at your birthplace, but rather from afar
The distance between us doesn't really matter...
Until it does
This poem is dedicated to my cousin. She is my favorite; we grew up in the same house and shared a lot of memories. I consider her to be my older sister.
