I cried

I cried in front of my therapist
about you
about all the empty you left 
when you left
I hated to say it but
why didn't you say goodbye?
I wish if you had to go you'd go
knowing I wished you well in your next life
and I hoped we'd be sisters again 
even if again, too soon, you'd die
Part of me wanted to go with you
at least partway
so at least you'd be un-alone
when the part of me that was you
went home
so that I'd be ready to go 
​on without you