Hello my handsome man,
Pray tell what happened to you?
You are bruised,
You are battered,
And you bleed.
Someone robbed you?
Was is of your innocence?
No.
Was it of your humility?
No.
Was it of your money?
No.
It was none of the above.
You had none of those things to be taken.
They robbed you of your dignity.
They robbed you of yourself.
It will be returned to you,
By me,
Your Angel.
We go to the meetings,
Laughter in our voices,
Along with humbleness too.
Everyone here,
Has Aids.
Some of us should have died,
We have not.
We are survivors,
Of a battle destined to be lost,
Even by me,
Your Angel.
It's harder to fight,
As I grow weaker.
My body is failing
And my mind
It's slipping.
I still remember you
My handsome man
As I lay here dying.
Your Angel,
Dead.