Amazing Young Man
Waving at the port meadow.
I play my music, just to let you know.
Faces you had lightened up, they echo.
December won't feel the same.
Just what I felt before I heard your name.
I'm loving every single photo-frame.
Is it my fragile heart or my eyes that misses you the most?
Should I cry it was the last time I met you at thames's coast?
Don't look at my pages, some stories starts and ends with "I'm fine".
But you were an amazing young man, and will always be mine.