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. 

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