David, David, David,
your life is so much like me.
It haunts me, but I can't get enough.

You love me
and don't even know me. . .
I'm so much like you.

You died of AIDS (I probably should have too).
Instead it's MS. . .
will probably kill me, eventually,
after its tortures me some more.

My only wish?
The final scene of Long Time Companion comes true .
A joyous reunion.

You'll be there
and Jim and Louis
and all the others. . .

Maybe it depicts heaven. . .
maybe not,
I just hope it's for real.

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