I know the time passes for so long
And I know the energy spent crying
Could be otherwise spent dialing your number
But sometimes my fingers ache at the thought
The best of heroes can turn to the worst of villains
For love and hate are two sides of the same coin
But what’s the point of taking a chance and placing a bet
When the price itself is in constant question
Maybe if we were to be known to each other
We could find common ground in conversation
The sweetness of blood oranges
The snobbery of unknown bands
Or it might all be silence and the echo of years
You, thinking you know who I am
Me, mourning that I have no clue who you are
Siblings turned strangers, half our lives apart
I don’t ask for you to be my father
I don’t expect you to see me as a friend
I just wish for you to acknowledge me as your sister
See me as who I am, not who you believe I was