i miss jie

My sister just left for melbourne three hours ago.
i miss her already.
I miss her counselling,
and her advice,
her humour
which is just like mine.
i miss her laughter
cos it makes me laugh,
i miss her fashion sense
cos i haven't got one,
i miss her gait,
her walk and talk,
i miss her coming
to say goodnite.
i miss her telling me,
just what love is,
and how to show it,
in that subtle way of hers.
i miss her praise,
for all my talents
and her gentle chiding
for all my faults.
i miss the cards she'd make for us,
and all the stuff she'd write inside
that would make me smile
and promise to be good.
i miss her cupboard
stuffed full with her clothes,
i miss seeing her toothbrush
in our toilet,
but most of all,
i miss being a younger sister,
pampered and spoiled.
this is NOT a poem. it is my train of thought, and it's chopped up cos i'm tired.