My Everlasting Once

I never married, never littered
the world with images of myself,
and never asked for immortality.
I squandered my days in work
and words that become my legacy.

I keep to myself with only
a significant few others—quietly,
somberly—to contemplate life
and its varied conspirators.
My thoughts on most idiosyncrasies
shared only between pen and paper.

Were I to expire—simply be no longer—
the few I know could profess to know me.
The intangible nature of my mind
might cause suspicion among some
of my questionable associates.

How little they understand
the multi-faceted diamond
that is my warped and twisted brain.
Surely, they recognize purity of heart;
they must cope with insanity as well.