By Rob Ward
Date: 10 March 1999

Dear Lover

Dear Lover,

   By the time you read this letter,
       Our love will be but a distant memory.

I gave you all of me,
       which you accepted with a smile,
         then threw in the trash along with yesterday's sour grapes.

I gave you sincerety.
        You returned the favor with lies.

I kissed your neck.
        And you spit in my face.

So, I write you this letter, 
       to tell you that it's over.
   This silken web you trapped me in, has whithered
        and fallen apart.
     The witches curse that drew me to you has faded,
         and finally, I am free.

I am free of you forever.

               And by the way,


Please Call me.  Please.  I'll be waiting by the phone.