Sister, My Dearest

I watched,
I heard,
I bled.

Is it satisfaction,
Or is it hate,
Without regret?

My innocent love,
For you is strong.
But it's painful and hard.
I can't cut this bond.

You told me to walk away.
I never did.
You told again yesterday.
Should I agree to it?

If I went,
Would you cry?

If I told the truth,
Would you lie?

If I asked,
Would you reply?

I wrote you a letter.
Used black ink,
Not the cheap one,
The better.
And started:
"Sister, My Dearest."