Dear (_____)

Dear writing,

You are death defying.  You require a supreme commitment that I cannot always answer back.  I am afraid of you.  You are the first mirror.  The mirror first held up when the first person held up their own hand and asked "did I make you?"

You rival the original language violence and love in terms of origin and yet you have adapted in more ways than I will likely ever live to know.

My absence is not a fault of your own.  Of mine.  Mine alone.  

I get chills thinking about you and awful pains absent of you.  Complete me, as I attempt to complete you.



Sincerely,

your son