what I needed to say poem

To Pixie

three to four months

that’s all You have left

i’ve denied so many times

that You were going to leave

but i can’t deny

the overgrown tumor living on your foot.

i remember when You were small,

so energetic and playful.

a close sister to me

always here when i’m sad.

You’ve taught me responsibility.

i am going to miss how You always

tell me when i have a visitor,

and how You hog the hot air

streaming out of the vent in the morning,

and even Your click clacking, tick tacking

as You walk across the floor.

i can’t picture my life without You.

i ache everyday thinking about

each moment You have left

and all i want to do is make it the best.

i’ll never give You fully up

and I hope i’ve made it clear,

that i love you.