Drops of homesickness…drops of me!

Summer rain turned the sky gray, raindrops dripping down the windshield. It dripped gold-rimmed glass drops with shapes, colors, and that afternoon followed me for a long time. The wind whistled through the coconut palms, the sound of the cleaner, with its noise sweeping the rain, also whistled my secrets... We miss the loves lived, loves that were left... Nostalgia!

Drops of homesickness…drops of me!

A longing that hurts, because the affections that brought us together were intense and left good things in the air… in the space of our time… in our thoughts!
There was no time for the last hug, we let the emptiness take care of us… We were suffocated by the fog of silence!



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And it was like this, with that explosive feeling, that nostalgia invaded my life, took over my body and embraced my soul... The drops of that thin rain clouded the landscape, making it distant... I suffocated with the memories of everything and even the words that were left unsaid... Wrapped in this nostalgia, enamored by the sweet memories of the two of us, a melody played on the car stereo and I felt a tear roll down my chest, in the same step and rhythm of the chords that played inside me, looking for shelter in my chest.

Time passed slowly... I never quite understood why I miss people so much in our lives... I traveled in thoughts of these good memories you left in me, absence of your presence...

Drops of homesickness…drops of me!

Photographs, smiles, hugs, embarrassments, we made history… I revealed our flashes only in the memory file… I kept it just for myself! Impulses of emotions that continue to exist, because there were so many special moments in such a short space of time, it seemed like an eternity the life I lived with you... I saw our heart tattooed on the window, blurred, colored, slippery design like a body coming together . For a thousandth of a second I felt your heat... They were pieces of love, endless love, that slid, rolled and joined and became a drop, drops of nostalgia, drops of ME!



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