Lucia, in the Darkness I Dream of You

How are you, Lucia, my love? Not a day passes that I don’t think of you, that I don’t dream of your eyes and your vermillion lips that burned so hot when we kissed. You’ve ensnared me! Without you my days are dark like nights, dreary and endless - I sleep through most of them, whiling away the hours.
Lucia, my love, how are you there, silent, alone, cold?
I imagine your beautiful face, but the picture fades and all I see is worms, eating you away. And yet I think of joining you there in the dark. In the grave.