Oh Hazelwood, Hazelwood beseech me to come home for I've become a lonely soul wondering alone with a shaven head. Not my idea, no, not my own. The man pleaded for you to never leave him on his own. He's disassociated but he's never believed it with his backpack dreams and time in blackhole love. Met you and he found a different kind of love..oh Hazelwood please come home. Home was sometimes A&E, seemed to me that you were getting pretty tired of it. I could see. We all could. Too scared to admit it incase you'd leave us like our sand- paper carpet meetings where I felt the friction of your grief. And bless your brave soul to be able to live with the many people I've become. But I dare you ask! Ask anyone. You're the only one they'd say they loved.