The final photo you chose as
your profile picture on Facebook,
looks like you know you're leaving,
the image blurry,
Impatience to leave the frame and carry on
with your next adventure,
moving to the left,
looking toward some mysterious corner
of a room we never saw.

I have your videos saved on my computer
cannot yet bring myself to view them all
to see your shining captured in light,
you filmed almost every night,
your actions, thoughts, feelings for us
like you know we would need something to hang onto,
some measure to infiltrate our comforted lives,
to shake us awake to see those unforgiving skies
my god you were beautiful.

I will never know anyone like you,
except maybe your niece,
also named after you,
there is no way to know, whether she will live up to her namesake,
you have left us all some huge shoes to fill,
I don't know anything to say,
this is no longer a poem but a prayer
that if you can hear me,
if you can see this,
let me know you're there, sis,
Let me know you're there.