You: I need to face you.
Lock in your gaze to help steer me through the grey.
Though you have not been the voice of reason in the past,
I have let you be my voice, my reason.
The lesson is learned.
Growing up is hard.
But we did.
We grew up together, confused,
believing two as one.
We managed, staving off loneliness.
That is our cement.
We have suffered deeply and joyed ecstatically.
No one else has shared that landscape.
We are bonded.
I cannot say that I will leave
you who cannot love me.
You have not said that you will leave
me who cannot love you.
We who cannot love one another
the way we need to be loved
whom we love nevertheless, undyingly, do understand.
You fathered me, my only one true friend.
I want your cooling songs warmed.
Find someone who can make you feel
make you new, admired, special, thrilled, alive,
awaken the deadened laboring hollow walking shade.
You need to find the colors of the world, paint your vision.
I will prop you up as always.
We can steady our frames while others pump our hearts.
We always fly home for replenishment, for safekeeping.
Me: I will see you there.
In the gaze of the other 
