Truly, I had wished for more . . . so very much more.
Our love, so I believed, was beyond time and death. Your promise of true love allowed this little man to soldier on despite his every reason to bid the world goodbye.
Have I set my sights too high? I hold you dear, more so now than ever before. Yet, your inattention to my torn heart plunges me into a despair that has no boundaries. You once were attentive to my plaintive cry and offered succor that would heal my disquieting mood. Yes, ever at my side to console and to lift from the fathomless pit.
There is no question that I am needy, that I do admit. Surely, it pains me that I am a weak and ignoble excuse of a man. Nonetheless, we were a perfect match: you, the strong and giving, I the devoted and worshipful.
Where have you gone?