How many years has it been?
How many years have passed since I've seen your face? 
How many sleepless nights have crowded my life? 
On tear smeared pages I write to you my bride.
I'm a bottomless pit, an empty hollow of flesh, devoid of all emotional ties and boundaries.
That night on the road has left me broken.
Taken from me before your time.
Food has lost its taste from my lips.
laughter has been denuded and reduced to a symbolic smile on holidays.
The kids have grown, married and lead the most brilliant of lives.
You would be proud of the intricate life that they have grasped.
Pride is but a formality.
However that joy, that time, that meaning is gone.
So an idea has come about.
A plan has arisen from the oldest of recreational treasures.
I shall leave it all with you. My love, my pain, my sorrow, my joy.
I shall write all of it down on these tear ridden pages.
Do not worry my love, I am not moving on to another, that thought has never crossed my mind.
I shall place this in a Locked Box.
It will be placed along side you and remain, until I take its place.
I need to live for them, for both of us.
But make no mistake my love, we shall forever be one.
As night needs day, I need you.
For now, my life is an eternity in darkness.