Somewhere between the womb and the grave was when I realized I could no longer taste you
The years I spent lovingly devoted helplessly reliant on your gracious presence are nothing beyond hazy memory
I hope I pass on sooner than later so that my promise of being able to live and die without you can be the first one I've kept
There are no flowers on either of our graves but ours were lives of fulfillment of dedication not to the world outside but to the ocean between us and the tides we let ebb and flow give and take heal and hurt
No eulogy I could give could ever express all that you have made me become all that I have blamed you for being
You were the only solace I have ever felt and I will rot in dirt for all eternity without ever having needed you at all.