Every morning while walking my dog, I pass a corner, where someone is building a makeshift alter of sorts. There is always something different, randomly added to it, or taken away. I take quiet inventory, and don't think much about it. Until this morning. Previously, I thought it was the work of one of my neighbors (I live across the street from a halfway house for the mentally ill...)
Anyway, today, there was a new addition to the alter if particular interest
I know most of the time I come off as being a guarded and jaded, but deep down inside I am a hopeless romantic, and sometimes it's inspired to surface...
...Bill, please don't give up on him/her...
