For Tello

Speaking speaking we woke with the moon and we spoke
and we laughed until our sides hurt and still we talked
And we sneaked out with boys and stayed till dawn and clattered through our bedroom windows
you are more than any lover. Sister.

You never found the right boy you would always say 'This one is the one'
and I never said no because
I love you.

And when I shelved my life and watched you go on I said that some things must wear themselves out
for me and for you. Except I am wondering when I will wear out or whether
it will be bone against bone for me.

And you, growing more beautiful, more knowing, lighter
less ragged
more you, and someone else has come, and I am praying

I feel the edge of bone and the cold and I am praying
for us both.