There were once two sisters<br />who were not afriad of the dark<br />because the dark was full of the other's voice<br />across the room,<br />because even when the night was thick<br />and starless<br />they walked home together from the river<br />seeing who could last the longest<br />without turning on her flashlight,<br />not afraid<br />because sometimes in the pitch of night<br />they'd lie on their backs<br />in the middle of the path<br />and look up until the stars came back<br />and when they did,<br />they'd reach their arms up to touch them<br />and did.