The nightmares just keep coming, they're as intense as the awful sense of hopeless foreboding that holds me hostage on an hourly basis.

During the last one your mom came. She begged you to change your mind. She cried. I cried. You still walked away.

I think of her, and your sister. I think of how we would have been mother, daughter, sisters forever. Another part of the most amazing equation.

Almost two years later,
and it still doesn't add up