Me acuerdo...

Los tiempos de platicas a toda hora del dia. Recuerdo como robamos un vistazo. Tratando de ver el reconocimiento de que piensas en mi. La ilusion en vano. Pero no vivo en la realidad. Sino en los sueños de los pobres. Que se imagina en cuantos milagros.

This is what my soul misses. Sparked by the millions of Cure songs on my car stereo. Or the occasional Smashing Pumpkins song. As I waited, the last few minutes of your shift before the night would begin for us. I contemplate all these memories. How did we get this far apart? Incidentally, a title of another Cure song. Instead, we no longer go for walks. We no longer indulge ourselves in banter over nothing. Instead, we pretend all is right with the world.