I wrote this one about two years ago. It doesn't have a title.

*What if I rarely see you
And forget your pretty face?
What if I can't afford 
To come see you at your place?
I am so afraid of this
Truth I have to face.
You're leaving here,
And never coming back.
I love you
And you know I'll help you pack.
But promise me one day
That you'll come back.
Without you, I know 
I'll feel so off-track.
They'll be days when all I say
Is "I want my sister back"
But sisters don't hold each other back.
You know I'll help you pack,
But I don't want to see you go.
You're my best friend, you know*

One month from today, I will be living in NYC with my sister, Lindsay. This may have made me cry just now, but part of it is excitement that we will be together soon. I love you, Linds.