Untitled by JoAnn Cooke I don't like to think about how you aren't here. Because thinking brings hurt, thinking bring fear. But how can I forget, how can I move on? When I am safe home, and you are lost gone. Our lack of cognizance left you in the open. unsuspecting and alone coveted by men. The feelings of guilt, will never end, because he succeeded in taking my sister, my friend. So what can I do? Would it even matter? How do I fix a mirror, when the pieces are shattered?