I miss you both.

Tirelessly.

My Sweets.

Under the guise of circumstance be:

One Dead

Other, heads.

Like a toddler's attempt at tag,

you chase at me.

So straight to the grave-

deep grievance in my heart-

Reside- Sweet.

Love still, it beats-

and sweats in,

Near exhaustion,

From the effort and the heat

ever emanating from the fire beneath.

Both, left from me,

Beyond- from you choice after choice

and feat after feat.

Let down, it pours on me.

Let down, it comes,

Mercilessly.

She.

He.

Dead in defeat.

Dead.

And, still yet,

I reach.