I miss
when we had bunk beds
you on the top
climbing up a ladder
before sleep
murmured chatter
I'd ask for a story
you'd oblige
always a corner stone
to my life

I think it's been
two months that
have gone by
today I realized
I've never
n e v e r
seen you cry
not when Eddie or Grandpa
died
or when
Mom and Dad
split up
never asked me
"Are you alright?"

but then again
neither have I
.