Sisters

A Poem by messytessa

I think a lot about the past
I miss how easy things were
even though I thought they were hard
I wasn't alone as much
This stupid old house was always full of something
The music, the laughter, the four of us not just one of me
We were always arguing over something
Who got the last bit of icecream ( I always won)
Who had to sit in the middle seat of the car
Who had to dry the dishes
Now I wash and dry the dishes myself
I can pick any seat of the car to sit in
And once it took me only a whole month to eat a tub of icecream that would have been gone in 4 days
I count the silly things like that
Hoping if I save them up like extra change
I can buy you all back
I hated how messy things were
Our room was like a crime scene
One time I even divided it in two
My half and yours so goddammit just place your clothes on your own side
All your things are in tiny little boxes now
And our room is so clean it definitely does look like someone died
And I realized that if that is growing up
Then we are growing up all wrong
Some days we were all on one side
And the next we were declaring war
But someone was always there when you fell down
You cried with me once on the bathroom floor
even though it wasn't your sadness
You swore at me once for wrecking an old CD
even though it was her fault not mine
And one time you made me laugh so hard
I couldn't even remember ever feeling sad
It was then that I realized
That home is just a place
It's not anything special
What makes it home
Is the people you put together.