A year and a half...

I would like to think that our time is not over.
It was not extinguished and now it is in oblivion.
Love has not gone out on my part.
What happened that November night?
What happened to the nice words you said?
Was it all in vain, and I was only one more movement in your game?
Many questions, no answers.

Sitting on the sidewalk, I see a pedestrian.
It reminds me of you, by the way you dress.
Checkered shirt, worn jeans and a blue cap.
I miss our afternoons on Serení Street.
The dancing nights at the Santella club.
I remember your drink, a whiskey to the rock you called.

This afternoon I saw you, you were walking to Loly,
your pet of year and something.
I felt like a psychopath following you as you walked with her.
You were disheveled, looking at the sides.
You were humming, uttering words,
maybe your favorite song.

Come back to me, to follow you I do not like.
I want to see you, kiss you again.
Please come back to me.
Let's be friends as we always were.
Even so, let's be that.
In order to feel my life working,
like a year and a half ago.

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