Thresheld

Dear Sister

I can't say that I miss you.
I can't say that I'll never forget you.
It's not enough.
In fact I lack the confidence
to use my own voice to honor you.
I'm scared it won't be worthy.
I have a duty I'm bound to.
I have to tell the world about you,
but how?
I certainly can't describe your smile,
If I did-
I'd say it was worth a million diamonds.

I can't write your hair the way I've felt it,
but if I did-
I'd say those were the locks I've gotten lost in,
your hair was a mesmerizing embodiment of scent and softness combined with comfort like I've never known.

There is no way I could describe your attire,
but if I were to recollect it, it would be-
The pinnacle of fashion mixed with a genuine display of ware, along with a scarf in winter, or a cornucopia of dresses in lighter weather, which you haggled for in the city every summer.

I can't possibly imagine being talented enough to present your personality-
but honestly-
you are the most important part of me.
You were the in your face kind of
take what I want type of
loyal to the end incarnation of
everything I have ever wanted to be.
You dried my eyes more times than I can possibly cry for you, but I think I'm getting close.
I despise myself for not being able to thank you for it-

You are my foundation.
It was you and me our whole life's,
you kept me safe and unharmed.
You were the sanctuary of untold souls,
who still seek you even after your departure.
You are equivalent to a messiah in my heart,
you are the most absolute best thing that has ever happened to me.
No matter what I will never forget you-
Not your million net worth smile,
or your beguiling brunette hair,
or your exquisite wardrobe.
I'll never forget the person you were,
the person you made me-
I only regret that I can't put you on paper
as perfect as you are, and always will be-
Forever in my heart,
I might not write anything good enough to portray what that truly means,
but please take this as a start.