THE WAY WE WERE

Up there is the very spot where we first met,

and I do not really think I could be able -nor prepared-

to face my fate.

If I started to climb, my soul would start to descend.

One step upper would mean one step closer to the end.

In these stairs I saw

a woman I cared for.

Now I only watch the rain

sweeping away the best of both.

If you forgave me, I would try:

to be a better person, to be a better man.

Even though, my friends insist on saying:

“Man, you are mad.

You bumped into this girl,

but it was by accident,

it was a mistake.

She doesn’t remember it,

it was no big deal.

Now, stop reading your novels,

your madness is clear”.