Under the veil of a starry night sky, I moved towards the water.
I watched pale moonlight drip from the sky as I made my way.
Upon gazing upon the water’s reflection, I saw my father’s daughter.
Through the unfamiliar recognition that struck me did I sway.
Beneath her skin, I saw the blood I live bound to flowing in her veins.
Resting in her fixed stare resided an incommunicable contemplation. 
Beyond her appearances, I felt the echo of her unspoken pains.
Resting in stoic unease, currents of uncertainty flowed in trepidation.

In the water’s apparition, I find the mirage of a trace.
I try to reach towards these waters, if only to feel her skin.
In an extension of longing, I move towards her embrace.
I try to bring her with me, in residence of my heart within.
I try to interlace our fingers that they may intertwine, yet my hold slips right through.
Night after night, a kinship fatuous and precious grew from the promise of a rendezvous. 

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A long time ago, shortly after I was born, my unborn sister died in a miscarriage. She would have been my little sister. Somewhere in Heaven, I believe she is.