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.