I don’t need a picture frame of you on my nightstand,
The background of my phone,
Or the desktop of my laptop
To keep you in my memory.
Your face is engraved vividly into my brain
Your voice echoes loudly in my ears
Your pain throbs constantly in my heart
I see traces of your footsteps on the floor
I scent your essence on every couch
I sense your presence in the air
You will never be forgotten
Not by me,
Not by them.
For, oh Sister, you are
To keep holding on.