This Bubble of a World

Here, I stand in this world,
In this Bubble, that I call my World.

I wish you could have heard
(way ahead of time)
Those things that people call ‘unspoken words’
(those words that I should have said)
Oh, those very significant, ‘unspoken words’,
(those words I chose to have not said)
Those few ‘unspoken words’ that I deemed insignificant
(those words, once thought more powerful when left not spoken,)
In this Bubble, that I call my World.

Please forgive me for I have sinned.
I am guilty of not telling you,
(that which I should have,)
How important you were to me
In this Bubble, that I call my World.

I am guilty of forgetting about the person who,
When I was slumped against a wall after a nasty fall,
The person who picked me up –
Those gentle hands that soothed my tears
But most importantly, erased my fears
In this forgiving atmosphere, you were there.
Residing where? (well, of course,)
In this Bubble, that I call my World.

It was you who made up the heart of
This Bubble, that I call my World.
I have lost sight of all these feelings of importance.
(Those feelings not meant to be forgotten)
So when I lost you
(In this godforsaken world,)
I realized I forgot to say
How important you were to me
In this Bubble, that I call my World.

You may very well be on your way to Heaven
(leaving me behind in)
This Bubble, that I call my World.
I, most assuredly, will be traveling to Hell
Due to my sins of not being able to tell
How important you were to me
In this Bubble, that I call my World.

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Here, I stand in this world,
In this Bubble, that You call your World.

I walk in your quickly fading footsteps,
Staggering, falling, chasing with all my might
Those fading footprints in the sand
(those footprints you kindly left behind)
In this Bubble, that You call your World.

Alone,
I clumsily try to follow
Those precious footprints you left for me
(in that oh, so beautiful sand)
As the unforgiving waves erase the path
(That path you once walked in,)
I look behind me to see you there
In this Bubble, that You call your World.

It is at that point I realize,
I no longer need the person who was once there
Those gentle hands
That calmed my fears and tears,
Because you will (forever) remain by my side
Always watching every step I take
(to ensure I don’t make any mistakes)
In this Bubble, that You called your World.

Just you watch,
I’ll earn my ticket to Heaven by repenting for my sins
(To be by your side like you were always by mine)
In this Bubble, that I call my (newfound) World.
This World, that used to be Your Bubble.

How I wish I could have told you
How important you were to me
How much you meant to me
In this Bubble, that I called my World.

How important you are to me
My sister, dear.

2/28/08

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Author's Note: To those who have given me words of condolence for the loss of my sister described in this poem - a big Thank You goes out to you. However, I would like to clarify that the subject of this poem is still very much alive (and kicking - hard!). We have not been on the best of terms lately, which (influenced by torturous TV shows) led to me having a nightmare where she killed everyone in our family one cold winter night and committed suicide at the end. I wasn't killed, but was forced to watch the entire thing unfold from an omniscient point of view. I would have much rather her killed me first instead of not existing. Now this little mix-up is off my chest, I hope you enjoyed it!

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