Who will hear my thoughts? , read of my dreams as I stand by myself on the edge. Will there be no one to say that, they! Stand here, today? Will I become immortal? My time traveling descendants live? As I ask where is my life long friend that fills that my sense of soul? For forty years I’ve been the boy that wants to be a man. I still look, I still dream to find the one .To share a life companion, to be a family man, to have a home and not a house. With One goal of Us! No me, no I, no myself, just a couple working as one.Partner, friend, lover, best sibling of different parents when the kids are gone, and pictures are frayed , will you not smile an cuddle , when where both being old and grey.