Leaning against the door frame br holding myself, br watching the coral sunset. br br I’ve always worshiped the moon. br Jan rarely missed a sunset. br br My tears have dried now. br This is the first year br the anniversary of her death br passed without painful recognition. br br I thought the heartache br of losing her would never cease. br br Now I toast the sunset br with my evening coffee br in remembrance of the little sister br who couldn’t bear to live.