Pictures on the wall
I take them down
A girl I never speak to anymore
Sitting in the perfect light.
A family, dysfunctional at best
A prom ticket and three girls
A night to remember
A note from a sister, rushing out the door
All in good luck
Two sisters in front of a superhero
Back when they were busy saving themselves
And lastly, in the middle
Those same two sisters, laughing as hard as they could
One holding the other as if she was afraid to let go
For the fear it might all fade away