desertions | (no subject)

I really, really hope my sister does not come home tonight
I do not want to go through those boxes of my mom's stuff
Between this and planning out the internment for the ashes...
Everything seems so much more permenant
And I mean, I know she's not coming back
But I guess part of me was still waiting to wake up from this

Finally,
Your final resting day
Is without me
I weep
And think of brighter days
What about me?

God, I'm sorry about talking about this so much. I swear, it's all my entries are about nowadays. Sorry.