Reading my sister’s poetry, so much of it interrupted. A catalogue of cancer’s horrifying indignities. Fear like dye saturating the fabric of her words. A note in the margin never taken up. An arrow pointing, though I can’t see where.

Ellipses mark the place where Darya’s life was interrupted. And despair stains the page where my gentle guide, my truest friend, slipped through a crack before I could reach her hand.