When you're not here tomorrow,
your journal I will hold,
marveling at the secrets you kept,
and how you stayed so bold.
Flipping through worn lines,
I'll find your soul preserved,
and grip it close to my chest,
plotting the justice you deserved.
When you're not here tomorrow,
your words in my voice, I'll speak,
shedding the skin of a shy kid sister,
refusing to stay frozen or meek.
And on my valiant crusade,
you'll be my side, unobserved,
hopefully, earnestly watching me take the stand,
plotting the justice you deserved.
YOU ARE READING
When You're Not Here Tomorrow
PoetryAn homage to all those left behind by those taken too soon.
