Who pulled the rug out from under my feet

White sheet 

pulled over the pale of her body

Glimpse of a face drowning in flowers

Screen glitches, dark—

Wait, the streaming’s back on

Watching them weep, 

faces creased, voices meek, shaking through 

the eulogies

From across the world, I watch, 

Wishing time would stop, would rewind your life’s short reel of film

A Zoom funeral, 4 am, but you fly high, my angel

They’ll spread your ashes on the wind, your energy flowing across this world as you seep 

into another

Your soul, boundlessly beautiful, echoing in laughter that will never fade

17 years of love, and maybe 

you’ll visit in my dreams, I’ll glimpse your smile glinting in the moon's bright reflection

but 

I breathe sharply, salty drops streaming down my cheeks as I wake in the dark, cold—

The world took you too soon.