Come Home

I reminisce
Thinking about how it used to be
My heart is filled with agony in the fact that you are not here
I look through my blurry dream catcher
I see us
You are finally home
But I wake up to a broken home
My mind thinks about how it used to be
Before the drugs, the alcohol, and the crimes
Those are the memories that keep me going
Those are the memories I wish to have more of
You are my sister and will always be my sister
All I can do is patiently wait until you get home