My tears stained my face with running mascara
And the red just covering the whites in my eyes...

Trying to hold back so many emotions at a time
Not even enough words for me to put to a rhyme...

She was my sister and best friend
We often fought, but still had fun...

The moving van seemed to hold another thing
That couldn't be brought back through the mail...

Watching you from afar and I never felt so much...
I wanted so horribly to tell you but I was afraid...

I want only your hands
To be holding mine...