A glimpse into the crowd,
and it's you that I have found,
no other face.
For me waiting for you,
it felt like a race.
I tap on your shoulder,
and you utter:
"Who are you?"
And to my dismay,
I have to pray
that you will remember,
me from last December.
But only words that to me sound rotten,
are the only thing I get from someone who has forgotten.
