Dear Daniel

Dear Daniel,

I miss when we were one.

Before our internal schism of self awareness,

When object permanence was still a tenuous proposition.

I'm sorry I don't handle you with love.

That I memorize all your mistakes,

And fail to notice your successes.

I'm sorry I inspect your blemishes and

Pinch your gut in the mirror.

I'm sorry I keep you up at night and

Then can't get you out of bed.

I'm sorry I put my foot in your mouth,

And make jokes at your expense.

I fill you with poison because I think it will bring us closer together

And it does, for a moment

But then I hate you for it

I'm sorry I can't find you

I'm still looking,

Daniel