Dear dearly departed,

Dissolve unto darkness the swift thoughts of love you felt, my dear,
For I assure you they were misjudged and misled.
When you think of a face or voice such as mine,
Think of an empty abyss and mold such ideas no further.
I am grave to say this heart offers you no further jubilee.
Let not your life-stream be trapped in a strongbox,
Or forever descending on the never-ending downward elevator.
I apologize that what was once an equal melancholy,
Or perhaps even a twin prosperous endurance of suffering,
Is now a crippled husk of what once was.
I lament for my loss,
But for yours more.
I await your letter at once.
Sincerely,

William L. Levesque