A voice on the phone

She says hello

For the first time in years

I hold back tears

I don’t quite believe it

It doesn’t sound like her

Or maybe it does

I can’t remember

Reading the book aloud

Then my sister, then her

Lying on the ground outside

Books in front of us

And her voice on the phone

It reminds me of home

Or maybe it doesn’t

I can’t remember

Talking excitedly all day

To my sister in the morning

To my friends at lunch

We see her in person after school

For the first time in years

It doesn’t look like her

Or maybe it does

I can’t remember