My Santiago

Lessons in Losing Love

I remember the nights, The wind and the cold on that Cross road, The cars gone home and Myself Alone, on the street, With my Nikes, Yellow and light, Floating over the asphalt, Feeling, well, almost Invincible

Until my world came crashing down that usual winter evening, When I broke my stride, Lost my rhythm, Stumbled, And allowed need to take hold And grow Into doubt, fear, And unable to contemplate life without her, I did what I never wanted to do;

I called her, And lost her.

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