Dear Justin Baade,

[starpunctures]

I avoid the street your mother lives on like a plauge.
You'd think after 2 years of not speaking that a history would dull a
bit. At least enough where I would drive down Dartmouth.
Its been years since I met you. 12 years in fact. And I am still trying
to remind myself why I did or didn't do many things.
And here I am. 26 years and still fell a hollow where you once were.
Still tossing your name under my breath. Sometimes you even see me in
the dreaming.

Not to say I don't love, or haven't... because I do, and have. There is
a list behind you, small but full of passion and experanice.
Now, now dear medic, you are working your way uo again. The flesh does
that you know? Pushes things out over time. After you were resting
almost peacefully for so long. Along comes another twin. And the
clicking and pulling begins...and I find, well I find some of you in
there... well some of us I should say.
Its taken some major breakage of the mind and heart to finally call it
for what it is. But shit dear, you'd be afraid too if you thought of the
previous investment.
Moral of the story is... there are always lessons and suprizes, to
remind us... we are human.
And we only get once.

I miss you dissjointed twin.
Where ever you are.
*n