Dear Dearest—
Living with this lonely fear, I find you everywhere escaping me, lost in the lurking shadows, constantly rounding this corner, and that. I feel as though I lose you every moment. I hear you whispering in this wind, and winding away.
I live in this billowing distance. You have turned from me once, and will turn from me again; every time again. You are remembered; a molten memory. My longing looses you always.
I seek the searing pain, pulling you in and pushing off. I pray to you, plead for peace. I whither when loved and looked after. I bare my barren self, fill myself up and flush you out.
I race to disaster. I expect to disappoint you. I close down the burning inside.
I plan for failure. I face growing possibility with implausibility. Everyone expects me diminished, an unfulfilled escape. I disrespect and deny.
I lust. I live luridly. I bereave my achievements. I sink.