It was a goodbye.
Short, precise and fast.
Didn't know why, but I didn't mind.
After all, not everything lasts.
But as the line went dead
I realize there was something else.
A ghost of a memory,
The cry behind the silence.
Because as you hung up,
The rain becomes a heavy downfall.
It swallowed every reason and crap
Until there was nothing left.
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Memories
PoesíaFriendship... love... broken hearts... dreams... emotions... New beginnings... reality... A compilation of words that never had the chance to say, never had the chance to hear. Stories behind a couple of short phrases and words that mean a whole lot...
