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. 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 . . .