I know a girl with golden locks, <br />She never knew they shined. <br />Often, I smile and often, I talk, <br />I let her feel laughs, never pain. <br /> <br />She doesn’t hear of me- caring words. <br />I never knew her- wet eyes, <br />Her lips… a thin, thin line. <br /> <br />She is unknowing of my knowing, <br />Her sorrowful face still bright, <br />Her eyes… well-drawn masks. <br /> <br />Gloom is passed from room to room, <br />Like a disease, it affects all. <br />Simply for reasons of deafly told stories… <br />Unneeded- for I care, I do. <br /> <br />She strikes me as a certain type, <br />One for which I might have been blind. <br />To find her weeping- bundles of dying buds, <br />Would not be a sight unheard of. <br /> <br />In the hours we’d share, <br />Bliss was felt in one’s company. <br />I fear- to assume- might have been too brisk, <br />A mistake made one-sidedly. <br /> <br />Sinking in dread, remorse unwelcome, <br />Love unsaid, feeling mournful, <br />For questioning- she’ll never oblige. <br /> <br />Friends lost- broken knees, <br />Family lost- broken hearts, <br />Hearts lost and no one left for sympathy… <br />My sister- and I only had to listen.<br /><br />Dominique Lorraine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-of-a-sister/
