She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.

She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It’s the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.

I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch their hands and facesAnd that fill them with loveAnd make the moon reflect their smilesAnd their stars plentyAnd, above all, keep them togetherAnd hold them as you mayForever and everUntil their last day.

Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you’re desperate for.

I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.

Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn