I dedicate this poem to my sister; it doesn't always have to be like this.

| I Feel
| - ----
|
| I hear
| muttering behind closed doors
| bitter words shouted angrily
| curses hurled in rage
|
| I see
| important things drown in pettiness
| a loving face turn spiteful
| happiness slipping away
|
| I fear
| we will tear our lives to pieces
| we will shatter what we love
| we will part like this
|
| and never have another chance
| to say the things we wish we had
|
| I fear
| regret


--
Keerlin d'Vast

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Glacian, in the year 261 AF.