By: Karen Lee Stradford

We grew up together,
next door neighbors.
Our siblings close in ages, like steps.

We were always full of life, playing
hide and seek in the backyard,
running around the bases
and riding our bikes
to the corner store for snacks.

We flourished in school-
meeting new friends
and working.
Then, alcoholism took
its toll on you.

I still see your brother and sister daily,
greeting them with a wave,
smile and
small talk.
I ask how you’re doing,
seeking a full status report.

Now, I’m very emotional,
as I reminisce
about our childhood.

No one told me.
You died,
last week.