R.I.P.

Dear Bente,
I write a letter, just for you.
If you are not here, so I write Ford.
I want you to know that I miss you so infinitely much.
If I could just see you again, to say that I am so infinitely happy in you.
Every time I think of you, so come the tears.
It is a proof of so much I really miss you.
Day by day, feel I wanted for you,
the worse it becomes.

Bente, I miss you.