My love, I haven’t been to see you in a while. You don’t know what I’m going through. It’s true I didn’t see you then. Well, you weren’t there. I left a note, and I’m waiting for your call. I left a note, I say, but you don’t call. You know, it was more than a note. I guess I wrote some awful things in it. I guess I told you what I really think. Maybe it was just a note, and my heart wasn’t in it, but if you had just been there, you would have had no doubt. My heart, I owe you a new man, but I leave you my absence. Against my will.

16 June 1975