To: the two
Who are the two of two.
I blame myself for my own regrets,
of which memories I cannot forget.
Resentful thoughts, emotions smother.
Two but one is not the other.
To: the two
Who are one of two.
I blame myself for my own demise,
of which no one knows nor cries.
Unanswered questions, realities scorn.
Two but one I cannot morn.
To: the two
Who remain the two.
I blame myself for its distress,
of which, its pain I now bless.
Tortured days, nights too fast.
To the two, you are my last.