Absorbed though I am in the moment -- all alone in this merciless
world -- yet I think of sweeter days, days when you, my faithful, loving
companion were at my side, at the ready to meet my ever-pressing
needs: those of heart, body, soul.
Who took you from me? I cannot believe that you should, of your own
accord, slip away and leave me unattended, this fragile and wounded
man who loved you so deeply but erratically. I admit to my manifold
flaws.
Were the others who loved you aware of my urgent needs? Did they
insinuate themselves into your psyche and persuade you that your
unbridled devotion to me was, somehow, unhealthy?
It is by giving that we are renewed. Did you tire of attending to him
who had become -- surely, without question -- your reason to live?
It is not too late. Yet, if you cannot open that door and reenter into the
presence of our former reality, please come back to me in my dreams,
where my life has long since taken up lodging . . .