There’s a world
In which I offered you my condolences.
But my own pain
Was still too fresh
Too raw.
You refused me.
Refused to let me be your sister,
Refused to let me be his aunt.
So I pretended it wasn’t happening.
There’s a world
In which I offered you my congratulations.
But this distance
Has become habit.
You made your decision
More than a year ago.
You don’t want me in your life,
And I’m better off Without her in mine.