It’s Been 2 Days and 5 Hours

Two days, five hours—feels like years,

missing your laughter, drying my tears.

Who’ll raid the fridge and sneak out late?

Without you, life’s a quieter state.

Sister, my heart, don’t stay away—

let’s make mischief again today!

. . . .

Author's Note

This poem isn’t just words—it’s a tiny piece of my heart. My sister isn’t talking to me, and honestly, it feels like a part of my world has gone quiet. She’s not just my sister; she’s my partner in every silly plan, my late-night therapist, my co-conspirator in all things ridiculous.

:)

These two days and five hours have reminded me how much she means to me. Sometimes we take those closest to us for granted, assuming they’ll always be there. But when the silence stretches too long, it hits you—how much their presence fills your life with color.

If you have someone like that in your life, don’t wait for two days and five hours to tell them. Life’s too short for stubborn silences. :)