Dear *****,
These words I regret to send,
Without them I fear my end,
You're always with me in troubled times,
Without you I can’t write these heartfelt rhymes,
You’re 80 proof positive I have a problem,
Though, the more I seek you the less you’ll solve ‘em,
Without you in my life I cry,
With you I know I’ll surely die,
I know I’ll miss your warm embrace,
Please leave my life without a trace,
You've taken so much without return
This position you did not earn,
You entered my world with love lost,
Though your presence here is at a cost,
It’s morning now once again,
Oh how I wish I could abstain,
This whole night long all I think,
Is how I need just one last drink

What is a lipogrammatic composition you ask?

It’s not a typical quatrain task,

Words so tough to say,
without that basic symbol in play,

Linguistic cunning I must work,

To omit this standard quirk,

This sign that mimics a sound of “G”

I must abandon its utility,

This is not a natural thing to do,

Ignoring this common mark or two,

Humor I, this plain soliloquy,

I’m simply articulating my individuality,

My words I award to you,

I only wish it’s charming too,

To you I hold much affinity,

In unison, our souls cry out symphony