Missing

I.
Perhaps seven will again be
Lucky but that October day
Electrifying in its impact,
I lost faith in numbers.
All the years I held you dear yet
Departure came without a wave.
Epitaphs are noble but words, myriad as
Stars cannot transmit how much you’re missed

II.
Merope our ‘lost’ sister.
Mystifying to human
Minds, her sudden evanesce.
Myths abound but we six know
Mizzle is her chosen cloak
Most modest maiden, even
Mirrors do not see her face

[Acrostic of Pleiades]

[The Pleiades Poetry Form]

My Poetics prompt looks up to the seven sister Pleiades on cosmic, mythic and/or numeric themes, written in acrostic and/or eponymous poetry forms: Stars that Count