It's been new year
Ever since I really realized what hurted me the most.
It was you and the other friend who left.
4th January 2011, my dear, when she has gone.
It was just a time after you.
And when the yard was empty and noone of you was there,
I realized that there's been an empty hole all the time
And it just widened.
Both of you loved getting attention and affection,
And both of you got killed.
But it'll be fine.
I'm sure it will be.
They will always, always stay here.
I may can't feel them bundled laying next to me,
But a piece of their heart will always rest in mine.
The helpless victim and the black storm.
The cat and the dog with oh-so-ridiculous, yet fitting names.
Pinky and Blacky.
RIP, my loves.
My sister ♥