Cliche

I am not cliche

when asked

"What can you not live without?"

and I say,

"Her"

For she smiles when I'm near

and her innocent laugh

is the reason I love her.

And she walks eager, not fear,

into the future.

Nights when we share a bed,

we rotate and giggle

since, it is only made for one.

And when nothing more is said:

she sleeps loudly.

Still, she is my sister

no matter her imperfections

or where she is,

I cannot live without her

next to me.