For my Sister

A Poem by Aramey

Clock hands speed through past pictures and memories,
flashes from the shutter of a camera,
smiles disappearing with each moment,
as time inhales another soul
and exhales suffocation and silence.
Imaginations can never design such clever plots,
broken pieces of a once indestructible heart.
It's like watching the lights go out for the last time,
wondering if that one mansion you always admired,
once standing proud, surrounded in breathtaking gardens,
could ever be reclaimed and brought to life again.
the Ivy that once graced the stone, now tearing it to shreds.
This... was once my home.
I knew the feel of the once smooth walls down every hall,
every corner, every bedroom,
the color of sunny yellow paint where we used to sit at the dining table.
The echoes of laughter have gone from dust coated walls,
we were girls then, giggling, innocent, and new.
As I thumb through these pictures-
each one holds something I miss,
I miss the giggles, the mistakes,
the obscene jokes, the poems, and up late.
but all has been replaced
by a silence, and followed by watery eyes.
because I am helpless to stop the heinous crimes
that time has inflicted,
when hindsight~ is only a means to break.