Dear Beloved,

Unfortunately I am madly in love with you and there is no hope for us at all.

Where so we go from now I do not know but it is in our hands to decide.

Unfortunately my future is in your hands and I fear for the destruction of what is left of my heart.

I live life in limbo and always will until your return.

Homeless without your arms welcome has left me in the curb.

I sit in a dark alley of despair and pray that the dirt upon my clothes and face will make me unrecognizable to acquaintance passing by.

I do not eat nor sleep and listen to the world passing by in a rush to go nowhere.

The others thirst for alcohol and offer and I shake my head no ...The cold of the winter street is welcome.

Maybe this winter I will freeze to death out here and my death will show my frozen frown and frozen tears upon my cheeks.

I sleep ....I sleep and I hear this song "Pretty Wings, Mawell" from a passing car...The song you dedicate me and I cry and close my eyes to never open them again.