If I were ever to write
A note upon suicide,
It would be addressed to you --
the only man to ever comprehend
the sequence of thought in my
complex organization of
Gray Matter --
the one to complete my sentences
and laugh upon my poor jokes.
Of sanguine tongue and sable heart --
Flame for laughter, unpredictable
and often harsh --
but the only mirror in which I see
Myself,
My Blood Twin, and
Lover.
The miles separate,
but my Enamored
You Are.