i never knew an empty house until i realized i didn't have to step twice with my right foot on the last stair before i closed the door.
& i never knew silence, though i think i thought i did, until the night the kitchen light burnt out & i sat alone til morning in the glow of the old refrigerator.
& i never knew shock i guess until the day they handed you to me in a box that fit too well in my hand & their I'm sorrys were silenced as i shut the door mid-sentence.
knowing you were in that box hurt almost as much as feeling your body go still in my hands.
i'll miss your eyes very much, &
i will always step twice with my right foot on the last stair before i close the door.