Hughes,

Who I am,

Who I can become,

Who I’ve been.

The half of me,

often neglected,

through thick and thin,

has groomed me for

nothing but success.

A split child,

galaxies collide,

creating catastrophe.

So where does that leave us now?

The milky way of love,

an outcast,

stranded between dishonor and acceptance.

Except this,

Hughes,

Regardless of distance,

Forever you are me,

Forever I am you.