In a crowded pub on a Friday night
Their eyes suddenly met
And all the memories came back
“Is that really her?” he asked himself
Or it is his mind playing tricks on him
Don’t she know he was always searching for her
In the crowds, movies and books?
Is it too late to ask her for a dance?
Where he can lays in her arms and dream forever
Yes, it is too late
He is just a torn page in her book now
That night he went home with tears in his eyes
He didn’t know the meaning of loneliness
Until she walked away from his life