In this sea of people

I only see one

Face, that I know of

Tis is the face

Of my lover.

But it shouldn’t be

It can’t be!

Drinking was his habit

Behind the love

One night he left

Car and all

And brought along a couple beers

And in that night he falled.

So in this sea of people

I see my lover so dear.

How can I see his face

If I am still hear?

I look around

Blink once,

maybe twice

Before he dissapears,

In the icy cold

Winter’s night.

-Hannah