Christopher E. C.

From the moment his life began, I was there.

I was with him before anyone else.

Never was he alone.

His name is the most familiar word in the world.

When he grew, I grew with him.

I became just like him.

And he knows me.

He walks in step with me,

He knows my every thought, my every dream.

Many will call his name, and I will answer.

His story, his life, was a part of mine;

Never were we separated.

He is a person always there for me,

Although I barely know his face.

He is hard to describe, to bring to mind.

He is hard to speak honestly about.

He is sometimes hard to admit.

I know him, and he knows me, and we grew together.

As he matured, leaving the child behind, so did I.

We learned together, spoke together, drew breath together.

In my mind, he is cold, unfeeling, not often there.

He agrees.

We have never spoken.

We have never seen each other.

Yet we know each other.

We have lived, learned, never without each other.

Now, we will die with each other.

We grow old, our lives come to an end.

But we do not change.

He feels every emotion,

He is there when no one else is.

His thoughts are mine alone.

He is here.

He sits beside me, inside me.

He is what he is, as I am what I am.

He knows me, I know him.

We are he, and we are I.