Don't Cry

“Don’t cry for me.”
Her voice is calm,
Without fear.
I gaze into her eyes;
The same eyes that had shown me
Two aquatic oceans, shining with life.
Two pools that absorbed my fear,
And washed it away.
I will miss those eyes.
“Don’t cry for me.”
I find that I do not understand.
Did she not promise not to leave me?
Was it all in my head?
All in my dreams?
I remember.
Laughter forms from her lips
And mine, dancing away from us.
I will miss that laugh.
“Don’t cry for me.”
She puts her arm around me,
But I cannot feel.
The master of my delusions,
How unfathomly cruel of me
To dream her up for my own pain.
I remember.
Her strong arms embrace me as I cry.
I will miss that hug.
“Don’t cry for me.”
The black iron gate is slick with rain.
I want to cry too.
I want to weep for her with the sky.
My boots sink into the mud as I trudge slowly.
I bring her favorite flowers with me.
She always loved lilies.
I visit her grave today.
I will miss her.
“Don’t cry for me, little sister.”