Monday, March 04, 2013
Cuarenta y Uno
Sometimes while im driving, I remember you.
I remember how you place your hands on the wheel and how you turn.
How much you like to drive. How you took my hand during the trip.
Then I realize Im holding the wheel the way you do it.
I think subconsciously I'm doing it this way because of you.
And I dont want to. Because I dont want to anymore.
Because it has been years. It has been enough.
Because you dont think of me anymore.
Because the dream is over.