The_First_Roach

I told my dying sister that I couldn’t wait until she died; these words have haunted me for years. There’s no way I can take them back. No way can I say sorry. If she were here right now I would fall on my knees crying. Tears of shame and tears of sorrow is all I’d have to offer. The vibrations of her soul will never pulse her heart again. She’s gone, neither here nor there, just a memory floating in the hell of my conscious. Her angelic smile will no longer heal anybodies broken heart. And in her last days I broke hers. All I can say is I’m sorry, but I know that will never be enough. I miss you.