MISSING FRIDAY

Eduardo Pereira

I missed you last friday night.

Things didn't work as usual.

The music didn't have the same happiness.

The beer didn't have the same taste.

The friends didn't have the same trust.

"Snowball" dind't have the same value.

Things just went the wrong way.

I missed you kisses.

I missed your freedom.

I missed your politeness.

I missed people looking at us and thinking "what she saw on him?".

It's strange, because a few fridays ago I was so happy and trustful.

I missed the way you embrace me too.

It was hard to not turn that left corner in my way back home.

The light was on that time.

But I went straight my way.

It was a missing friday,

a friday to forget.