A Missing Person

A sister's father has passed and she has not been been found after the wake.

Where are you?
You should know I'm looking.
I know your anger!
I feel your fame turned pain.

Your lips must be silent.
You language must exist
         on a set of six or twelve.
With your tones,
         you damn me!
But not so vengefully as
         I damn my-self.

Your nor He ever needed
         me.
Yet all of your emotions;
         you shared them with me.
All your love,
         given without a question.
I find it all to funny;
         same personality, but asymmetrical expressions.

I’m writing to tell you:
         that I’m sorry for going.
I’m sorry for still not
         being your support.
I’m sorry for forgetting,
         all the times we had.
I’m sorry, most of all, for you;
         losing your eternal hero.

Your tones want to
         BLAIR.
However, they collect dust;
         only due to the memory they share.          
He is still here,
         calling to your fingers.

Remember; same personality,
         only asymmetrical expressions!