The summer air still smells like you.
Gentle breezes touch my skin with memories of you.
Empty passenger seat,
I wonder how you are.
Your old workplace.
Red light.
Like clockwork you appear..
In the peryphery I see you laughing with a cigarette in your hand.
I hear the voice I used to love, and I smile.
You're the same, yet different.
Thinner than I remember, more handsome than I wished to..
Light turns green.
Nostalgic with an aching heart, I have to leave you behind.
Shadows from the sun cast reflections of us.
Open wide road.
Through an open window I breathe our memories.
I whisper to the gentle breeze, hoping you'll hear it.
"Dias de luta, dias de gloria."
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
The summer air still smells like you.
Gentle breezes touch my skin with memories of you.
Empty passenger seat,
I wonder how you are.
Your old workplace.
Red light.
Like clockwork you appear..
In the peryphery I see you laughing with a cigarette in your hand.
I hear the voice I used to love, and I smile.
You're the same, yet different.
Thinner than I remember, more handsome than I wished to..
Light turns green.
Nostalgic with an aching heart, I have to leave you behind.
Shadows from the sun cast reflections of us.
Open wide road.
Through an open window I breathe our memories.
I whisper to the gentle breeze, hoping you'll hear it.
"Dias de luta, dias de gloria."
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