I should open with a kiss. For if you're reading this. You must have opened up your case. And found this letter where I placed it. In between the silk and lace. There were other clues like your walking shoes. But I still refused to believe. That you were meant to be the first to leave. Everybody here sends you their love. How can I forget you still walk above. Or. below. Perhaps you'll never know this purgatory. We never could agree. There's a thought there's a pause. No time to repent. Eternally yours. In a permanent lent. But if I should give you up. If you're right and life just stops. And I never see your face again. Then from unearthly pleasures proud and plain. I shall abstain. Until you realise my loss is your surprise. Unless you know otherwise. Then don't grieve.