Dear Lisa: I'm sorry you've lived with my folly. Suppose you're wondering where I am. Well, so am I - wondering where I am. I saw that church. Grand, isn't it? Someone believes in it. Someone was buried there. Someone carried there, hoping to be healed. That's why I left - it's exactly how I feel. I remain sincerely yours. I believe there's nothing more to say than, I remain sincerely yours. I was hiding my confusion. You were part of my illusion. Now I'm not sure how to start, so here I sit alone in Charleson Park. It wouldn't be lying to say I love you. It wouldn't be lying to say I wish that I could lie with you again. My heart is more than willing, but my body finds it unfulfilling. I remain sincerely yours. I believe there's nothing more to say than, I remain sincerely yours.