So, a walk by the canal? I ask her, after hours spent studying, and she says yes, she wants. I ask this knowing it will bring tons of memories. I suddenly feel heartbroken. Later, we say good night, take different streets, and I decide to be stupid again. He’s home, I smile, seeing the light coming out of the front windows.
I turn around, heading to the metro station, and then stop and go back again. Walk up to his floor and wait behind the doors – I want to know if he listens to the music, watches the news, if he is with someone. As always, silence, only when I hear his cough, it satisfies me. He’s reading some crazy econ paper, I am guessing.
I miss you a little bit, I’m writing waiting for the next train. And the guy with the guitar sings on the metro some good songs I cant remember anymore. And, the woman smiles asking if I wanted to sit. I shake my head and continue counting her countless gray hair. Handsome Englishmen get off at the same metro station as me. It rains, slowly, calmly, softly. The streets shine orange, bluish-white. He doesn’t answer.
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