The lamps at the back of the student union in the parking place shake behind a layer of tears...

I miss your eyes

I miss your voice

I miss your smile

I miss your arms

I miss your being

I want to be close to you.

I want to talk to you.

Sun is shining but it hurts, you are not here to enjoy with me.

Trees are blossoming and it seems so short since when you come back there are just old leaves left.

People smile and try to get me smile; they don't know it is lost somewhere in the last Saturday on the way to Stockholm.

But I am not deeply sad, I know there are springs and summers coming in which we will be together, side by side and hand in had celebrate the nature waking up.

This room it too quite without you and so is my heart.