Five

- Analice Ról


Yes,
Next week
5 months to see you again
And see what happened with ourselves
Between this time
Five months...
Each day thinking about you
Trying to avoid thoughts and feelings
But my memory is young
It is still doing good
Damned!

I'm here, looking the calendar
Looking at my watch
And I know the time jumps
And in few days
I would cry your tears
And kiss your lips.