Best of summer 2016

In the summer of 2016
All scope out each other
But not it is easier in small towns
Had a dream that struck in
The song you sang with me
At the end of the evening
Appeared like a spirit out of the glass
I sang wholeheartedly outside of the small pub
Hair whipping in the wind
Aha dark painted eyes
Maybe it was she
I continue to smile to myself
So many times this summer
Just not to people may perhaps know