Dear Orpheus, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was afraid. I’m not worthy of you. But I still love you, I think. Don’t try to find me again. You would be lonely for music. I want you to be happy. I want you to marry again. I am going to write out instructions for your next wife.

To my Husband’s Next Wife:

Be gentle. Be sure to comb his hair when it’s wet. Do not fail to notice that his face flushes pink like a bride’s when you kiss him. Give him lots to eat. He forgets to eat when he’s cranky. When he’s sad, kiss his forehead and I will thank you. Because he is a young prince and his robes are too heavy on him. His crown falls down around his ear.

I’ll give this letter to a worm. I hope he finds you.

Love,

Eurydice