Do you remember our
last night of love? It seems like it was yesterday that we had the
final nights, you looked me in the eyes and you smiled at me. I get
it now, you knew that was this one last night togheter.
Maybe I knew it,
maybe I was afraid to face the truth.
Our last night
was a lie
One last night of
love, one last lie to put in our memories, our bodies didn’t make
love like they used to. You left. I let the door open and you run
away. The window is still open for you to come back, I let it open
to invade my perfect wolrd with your madness.
My pillow still has
your smell in it, your skin is still in my fingers, your sweet touch
is still running thru my hair. The ashtray still has your last cigar,
you left it unfinished like our love.
The messages
stopped, the night belongs to sleep again. Our bed is a big nothing
with me in between. In your manly manner you left a note saying: “
See you tonight, my love!”, I put it on fire, just like you put my
heart.
Our last night was a
dream, a nightmare, a old book with pages missing. Final nights are
for lovers, our love was war.
Last bottle of your
expensive wine, I drinked it, I didn’t throw it away….i drinked
it using two glasses. Wine is my new lover, I drink to celebrate me…I
am drinking with someone else these days, our love is gone …still
one question: Do you remember our last bottle of wine?