sometimes almost hard to see
the imperfectness of you lingering in the air
the unsaid things unresolved
hovering like a big dark cloud in the spaces between
i can almost feel
the tangible doubts
and i am scared to ask them out

sometimes almost hard to bare
the lack of ideal love relation
when you talk to each other
trying to make it all good
after all
you carry his baby

and maybe it s just me being scared
and i can t see after all
because sometimes the real and the good and the truth
is hidden deep inside.

but i do hope for you to be strong
and accept life like that
because nothing has ever been supposed to be any other way
than
what you have
lying here
in front of your eyes.

i love you so much, sister, i hoped, it wouldn t be that way....