Big Sis

Neonatal narcolepsy plagues

My somber soul,

Twenty and two years ago

Your soul would wake

To find its breathless agony,

I feel you in mother's eyes,

I see you swim through those absent oceans and

Into her evening potions

That to tender limbs lobotomize.

Empty eyelids plagued by gestures,

And as I lay to rest

I feel your head upon my breast

Crying over lovesick misadventures

I pat your hair and feel your tears

Staining solipsistic skin,

Just short of kin 

But more than kind,
Always close yet never here.