I read the note she left you.

You're as cold as ice on a mountin top
un reachable
my fires lay burning and you cast yourself with curious castrations
Her lips moist and seeping the language of love
and your frigid air does nothing to cool her molten desire
you're a cruel and desolate love scape
fierce fire and savage ice
make for still waters
this puddle
is all I see
reflecting the deep chasm between us,
you refuse to fill.

she signed it-

Yours sincerely,
well past Randy.