For My Sister Syhla Poem by brenan grenney

I sit by myself,
It's cold without you,
I hope things I never said you'll know,
I had so many chances but I let them go,
I cry sometimes at night,
So I look up to the sky and find the star shining bright,
Then I think of you and say good night,
People who lost you are now their own teams,
Your death made my heart burst at the seams,
I wish I could bring you back home,
But I know I'll be walking back alone,
You see sis every day I miss you even more,
I wish you were here with me,
So my heart wouldn't be sore,
I know this won't come true none the less,
So rest in peace sis,
Good night and god bless.