And oh how I thought that you felt the same.
Then she came into our lives; and when she left, she took you with her. Leaving me alone. How could this have happened?
We used to come out to the lake often, late at night, just as I am doing now. But I am alone. Alone except for my purse, and the little now-empty bottle of mother's pills.
I am getting so sleepy. I'll lie down in the bottom of the canoe, let go the oars, and just let the current take me where it will.
The moon is rising. Everything is so still and peaceful. I am so sleepy I cannot hold my eyes open any longer. The moon glow is fading, and so am I.
If I cannot have you, I want no one at all. The darkness is almost complete.
Goodnight, my sweet, sweet prince . . . .