I am not cliche

when asked

"What can you not live without?"

and I say,



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: 
My family
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