things that remind me of you

cold summer mornings when the fog hasn’t lifted off the ground yet and the amazingly blue sky can be seen only in little pieces

the cold air invades your lungs like hundreds of knives, you shiver and sit on a ground wearing your pyjamas,

we light up our cigarettes and the smoke reminds us of a time long forgotten and memories half-lived.

Sunrise after a hot July day, we’re both exhausted from insulting our friends and drinking old beer,

we ignore the beautiful sun like we ignore ourselves and you laugh and think of love I wanna go to sleep,

we listen to my souls’ unexpected whispers.


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