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Hello friends of
#steemit, especially of this beautiful community of
#stemschools, this sunday rain, I wanted to share this little poem that I wrote a while ago, on a Sunday exactly like this, only with the quarantine, on Sundays of rain (in My city always rains on Sunday) are increasingly sad, especially with this spite, but my intention is not to spread sadness, but rather to try to express a little my feelings and contribute some content to the community.
I hope you like it.
Sunday rain
It's still raining, another reason to get away
Another Sunday of Nostalgia, Absences
Only again, always thinking about you
But things change, at least now we are three.
I do not talk to you directly, you are far away
I could see it in your eyes, When I lost you
How much you hurt me, how much.
But it is not with you anymore, there is someone else.
Someone who spoke about you, from us
Someone who listens to me, in silence
That he tries to understand me, of understanding us
That I believe my words, more than you.
But it happens, I stop writing from you
My partner leaves, he leaves me alone
Again on Sunday, rainy, sadness
He leaves me thinking, remembering.
That you are no longer.
