quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2013

My pillow. The sound of my alarm clock. The sunlight slowly reaching my window in the morning. The sweet smell of coffee being prepared. Birds singing. Your perfume on my oldest Ramones t-shirt. The sound of the tv channels being switched every five seconds. Yeah, the most random things reminds me of you. A few years has passed and… the tinkle of my keys. The smell of lunch being made. The Smiths. Rains at night. Movies. Hot chocolate. The smell of books in the library. The shower water going down the drain. My dog’s barks. Yes, random things still reminds me of you. The vase in the living room. My new radio. My blanket. The refrigerator’s door opening. Candlelight. Smiles and laughs. Pepperoni pizza. “Highway To Hell”. Christmas tree. Poetry. It doesn’t matter how much time will pass, I’ll always remember you. In the smallest details, I see your mirage, your words… in every single piece of my life, there’s your fingerprint marked. People come and go, but you stayed. Some people leave traces of memories behind, but you left an entire road, and in this same road, you went to a better place and left me here, helpless and lonely. You’re gone, but somehow you’re still here. And even knowing that you’re not coming back ever again, I still remember you.

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