Pepper Trail
Origami
Sister, so close, and then distant
You folded yourself away
Intricate and clever, perfect but
Made of points and creases
Never to relax, except to disappear
The pattern is lost now, with you
The door locked to that winter room
Cold and full of dreams
Where once we made worlds
Where nothing was unexplained
I turn what is left in my hands
Unable to read in the construction
All that was written there
Left here to wonder why the shape
Had to be this way, and no other