*You sent me a postcard.*

*From Toronto. In Canada. It's quite lovely, with a very tasteful, artistic picture on the front. The sort of thing I would admire if I saw it in a storefront rack. Not what I would've expected you to pick.*

Adia I do believe I failed you,
Adia I know I let you down.
Don't you know I tried so hard
to love you in my way;
it's easy let it go...

*I'm lost, Spike. I don't know what to think. There, on the back of that card, you wrote me. You were always far better at prose than poetry, though you never realized it. These words are no different than those you wrote me a century ago; honed on a whetstone until sharp enough to cleave diamonds.*

Adia I'm empty since you left me,
trying to find a way to carry on.
I search myself and everyone
to see where we went wrong,
'cause there's no one left to finger
there's no one here to blame.
There's no one left to talk to honey;
and there ain't no one to buy our innocence.

*How did we get to this place, Spike? Where in the hellish miasma of this life did my love for you warp so badly that you see only hate? No, we're no longer lovers. But this, this indictment I hold in my hands... Where is this from? When did I do this to you, this torture and misery?*

'Cause we are born innocent.
Believe me Adia, we are still innocent.
It's easy, we all falter;
does it matter?

*How could I ever forget doing such things to you, driving you away? Or is this something inside you, your new soul denying what we once had? Please, Spike. I'm begging you. How can you think that I feel this way?*

Adia I thought we could make it,
but I know I can't change the way you feel.
I leave you with your misery;
a friend who won't betray.
I pull you from your tower,
I take away your pain,
and show you all the beauty you possess
if you'd only let yourself believe.

*Canada. You're in Canada. Damn it, why couldn't you be closer, where I could reach you? Hells, you're probably not even in Toronto anymore. Call me, write me again, stay where you are and let me come find you. Spike, this isn't right, this isn't what we had, isn't what we were.*

That we are born innocent.
Believe me Adia, we are still innocent.
It's easy, we all falter;
does it matter?

*Just hold on, Spike. Please, for my sake, or yours, or someone else's, don't let go. This isn't us.*