Wrote this in like, three minutes. I edited it a little, but not much... What do you thing???
Dear Jane,
Everyday,
you die a thousand times,
when I realize,
for the millionth time,
that when I come home,
I can’t tell you about my day.
When you left us,
all the color in the world
drained away.
Now there is nothing
but black and white,
with a little streak of red.
Red like the death that stole you.
Red like the emergency room signs,
that haunt my dreams
and wake me from sleep.
Red like your favorite shirt,
I now keep in my closet,
just to feel closer to you.
The pain has lessened,
but it still lingers in the corners
of my subconscious mind.
Now your stuck in my head
with the almost forgotten memories
that events seem to bring back up.
I now longer have you here,
but in my dreams,
we are just kids again,
drifting through fields
of lavender lilies.
Sailing on the tunes
of nursery rhymes
we loved to receipt
even though
we were way to old.
Here I will always have you
until the day
you no longer come to me
when all I have of you
are picture and cold memories.
You'll never be forgotten,
Your sister...
But if it does, it's such a beautiful thing to do to write like this. 
