China GirlYou and I,More Like This
were like sisters;
always joking around with each other,
always looking out for each other,
and always being there for each other.
Then one day after school,
you seemed extra cheerful
and asked to speak to me alone.
Oh, probably nothing serious.
But something was wrong,
you turned around and smiled meekly.
I smiled back.
Did something bad happen today? I hoped not.
You began to speak.
Your voice was cracking up.
Did someone hurt you? What was wrong?
Then you spoke those three words I never wanted you to say:
"I'm moving away."
I broke down.
This isn't happening.
Why are you leaving me?
Don't leave me, sister.
I need you.
What am I going to do without you?