Sister,
How thin the veil of otherness between us.
Thin enough to see through, to you ~
The light within,
So familiar... almost home.
Almost touching
We draw closer
To remembering
Who we are
And where we came from.
We cradle the untouchable between us.
My tears are from homesickness.
My tears are the brimming of 'so close'.
Sister,
The veil is thin between us.
Thin enough for lifting...
Almost, almost.
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