February as a gift, he appeared on screen
An image that prevails, he's eighteen
His face that smiles, stares, and endearing
I clicked a chance, a start of an ending

A needle on a phone, bound to imagine
Closes my eyes, a character to be seen
A stranger in black, unknown at night
Raining on a street, a distance in height

A sudden glitch, reappeared in a daydream
Clips on the screen, I forgot about him
Started a quest, and yes, found his name
A second attempt, but no, never the same