Years of Friendship, Moments to Destruction

If I were to write a letter today,

a letter of a runaway,

there is much I feel the need to say.

It would be to you, of course,

my sister from another,

the Diana to my Anne,

my best friend.

I would tell you of why I’m departing,

why I must leave.

It is to protect you, obviously.

It is to spare you all the pain.

I know I shall be a martyr,

I know my blood could stain the town red.

So yes, I shall spare you that

I shall keep you safe.

Through all my struggles, my pain,

I shall remember I am keeping you safe.

Let that be my comfort, at the end of days.

I will also write of innocent times,

of games in the summer twilight of my backyard,

of tears over lost ones,

of secrets,

sleepovers,

and wishing everything could stay the same.

But mostly, my friend, I would write of how I love you.

No, never in a romantic sense.

In a way only a sister can,

someone who shares all your favorite memories,

deepest fears,

and treasured secrets

Yes, I would write all of that,

if that were to happen today.

But alas, the train is here,

I am struck by fear,

and it is time for me to go far, far away.