I’m sorry you never got to see the world.
I’m sorry you were never held.
I’m sorry for my differing feelings for each of you.
I’m sorry I wish my brother lived.
I’m sorry I was so thankful that my little sister didn’t.
You have to understand.
Even though I know you can’t.
I’m sorry only one of you got a grave.
But I’m just as sorry that you needed a grave at all.
You were both grieved.
And you would have been someone’s world.
What would you be like?
How often would I see you?
How different would my life be?
Would everyone else still be gone?
Thank you for watching me grow
In the ways you never got to.
To The Siblings I Never Met