There he was, standing there looking at me.
My heart sank into darkness and withered away.
He who was looking at me had a complection of a god.
Beautiful, bright and lovely.
He was the one who loved me.
Why didn't I stay there with him, I could be with him and like him right now.
But that night I had to leave, go home.
I wasn't even supposed to be out that night.
And now he is gone, dead and out of my reach.
He won't even know that he was a father to be.
Now I wake up screaming and crying, praying for him to come back but he won't cause of the car crash.