Meow,

I loathe her decisions
I envy her happiness
Yet we are same blood that
I can’t make up my mind
to release her ashes to where they belong

Instead
I password lock them up
Make sure they are there
As they were
Everything in its place
Unmoved unchanged
Just covered
with lengthy white linen
Windows closed
in a dead girl’s room

The shoe box
From her last will
On my hand

Maybe I will reopen
Those yellowed paper
Or maybe
I will keep adding
More and more dead girls

For a future heir
To rediscover