Ever since
I've
know you,
you lived out of
boxes.
a vagrant.
ready to go.
I was lucky enough to catch you
during a long stretch,
where
you stayed in
one place.
when we were young, younger.
we became family.
I wanted you to know that even though,
you might have some idea
or have
a name
of where
you called home,
I always believed it was us.
your real sister,
and me.
Your home was us.
maybe including myself
in that equation is
a bit much,
too much.
But that's
how much I think of you.
that is
what you mean to me.
I worry about you,
like family does.
I am a bit upset that I can not be your bridesmaid.
I am upset that you can not have a best man.
my ego assuming,
you would ask me
to be either.
I've known you for so long.
Since
I've known you,
you lived out of boxes.
a vagrant.
kept your room
simple.
didn't own many things.
ready to go.
I've helped you move,
and sometimes you never bother to unpack.
I
visited you
in Portland,
and you still were living out of boxes.
some boxes I suspected never opened.
you've lived here and there.
never standing still for very long.
Watching people come and go.
mostly going.
You got engaged-
You will settle down.
Build a home,
and after all this time
unpack.
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