I hope God isn't jealous.

I look for you in everything I do.

I see you in sunsets,

Birds flying,

Ducks,

Arcade games,

Tired faces.

I hear you.

In Eminem songs,

In every middle finger,

In Victoria's Secret,

In Yankee Doodle parodies.

Your laugh is a constant echo.

I hope God isn't jealous.

I talk to you more than I talk to Him.

And when I do talk to Him

It's either a spewing ball of rage,

Cursing and blaming Your Name.

Or I'm asking about you.

Asking God to send you in a dream so I can see you again.

Begging for some sort of sign you're still with me.

I hope God isn't jealous...

But I hope He is.

Love Even In Death,

Your lil sis.