'er lingering is this silence,
A porch with no sibling to share,
Gone are the times when we laughed,
Times when you gently brushed my hair.

I miss you, yes, even now,
No matter how much time has passed,
In these quiet, lonesome moments,
My longing for you is ever vast.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 10th of Omeian, in the year 9 AC.