Dear, I fear the end is near, and I can't seem to recall. Can you remind me how we came to be, and what will come when we are done?
Dear, I fear I lost my name, somewhere along the way. and in my pocket, lies a picture of a woman I don't know. Of a scene from a play that feels so far away.
Dear, I fear the world is fading, from my memory, but I still hear the sound of laughter floating through the trees, like a whisper to the wind.
Dear, I fear I'm not myself, and to that, I'm sorry to have let you down. I know that I loved you once, when I knew who you were.