Sister in the Mist called the Past

I live in a fairly large shed. It's the size of two office cubicles instead of one. Every person on the Council gets a wooden shack, which is much better than it seems. But, however, I do not live alone. I have the honor of living with my best friend,For space, we live on homemade trundle beds, like bunks but instead of a bottom bunk we have dressers and cabinets/dressers. In my last drawer, I have a silk fabric piece, the backpack that I found all necessary information in, and A locket. It is shaped like half a heart necklace. It has a small part of a poem on the outside. It reads:

What you m\
Is more th/
You see, I\
To call wh/

and inside, if you open it, a small piece of folded paper falls out. If you open that, you see the poem again, but the entire thing;

What you m\
Is more th/
You see, I\
To call whe/
bbbbbbbbbbb\
When we fir/
We had no c\
What was ge/
Was not com\
bbbbbbbbbbb/
God had a p\
Throughout /
He was maki\
To share li/
bbbbbbbbbbb\
I never cou/
What a sist\
Until I met/
And then I \
bbbbbbbbbbb/
A sister's \
It's a love/
A sister's \
It's a love/
bbbbbbbbbbb\
Sometimes w/
Or we may b\
But that's /
We both thi\
bbbbbbbbbbb/
I'm so glad\
A sister in/
It's made m\
For the sis/

FIRST POST CONT.:
I occasionally see Fall play with something on a silver chain, but who knows what it is. But I know that what the poem is talking about is a long lost sister. Is she here? Who knows. But I know I need her, I need to know I can understand her...

I glance over at Andrea who is staring at me really weird. I rose an eyebrow and made a curious face that meant, "What??"

I laugh. "Nothing." It can't be her... can it?