A Drop of Happiness

You were a drop of happiness,

a dream made real,

and I,

I’m scared,

because I don’t know,

where you are,

if we’ll ever met,

alive,

or after.

When there’ll be time to rejoin,

and care,

each other,

a bit more,

because I haven’t took you,

and hugged,

as I should have had.

Scuse me,

if too less I left in you.

Scuse me,

if too less I loved you.

Scuse me,

if only one tear,

I left go,

when you’ve gone away.

And any day I wait,

I don’t know since,

a signal,

from that lost phone,

by which,

for the last time we were near,

over mounts and seas.