Tonight seems to be one of those nights where it could be any rainy Sunday or any starry Saturday. It just seems that all that's needed is some sky. Laying down on the grass, feeling the fresh breeze on this last summer night - with hints of an Autumn that never seems to come - I think again about the things I always deny thinking about. Which means thinking about you.

I remember your smile, you look, those cheek dimples in the corner of your lips when you smile.
I remember how you used to hold me, how we kissed, how we had fights and then made peace.
I remember the first time, the last time and every single time.
I remember you.

And I've already eluded myself, cheated myself and hurt myself. I've even denied that I've eluded, cheated and hurt myself. Everything. But I always go back, somehow, to that moment. To that station, that hour and to your eternal silence. Without any words and your look glued to the ground, you walked away. And I got stuck in that moment, trying to survive, trying to reborn. Without you.

But I still searched for you. In dreams and in thoughts. In the hair and eyes of the others. In their smell and their textures. In their smiles and in their hands.
I searched for your laughter, your look, the smell of your perfume, the texture of your skin, the security of your hugs, the taste of your lips, your skin signs, that sign, the taste of your kiss.
I searched for a bit of you in all of them.
but I never found you.

Tonight's the first time I don't remember your laughter, your look and the dimples in your smile. Tonight's the first time I don't remember you. And, during this slow dawn, I'm reborn and i take my first steps.