"I see the way the moon plays this tune though our lights died."

There is a sadness in me that I have realized recently and has been growing with time- and I see now how apparent this calamity is. I don't understand why you aim and pinpoint endless rage in my direction. It rips caverns and craters in my chest and it takes time for me to patch them up. Our short time that we do bond well is only a blink. And then you reopen these ruptures in my heart again and I feel the distress growing each time I have to take your anger at me and re-patch them. I try for you because I care for you much more than you care to see . . . Don't falter, don't shun me, don't hate my existence, just love me, because we're sisters. And when you've figured out who you are, I'll be around the corner waiting for you to come back.