(sugestão: leia ouvindo a música A Letter From Limerick, de Adrian Johnston, do filme Becoming Jane.)
The night grows colder and I start thinking of you.
I know I shouldn’t, yet here I am,
Gazing at my porch, where we lied together
For the first, second, third, fourth time…
And yes, I remember every single one of them,
And miss all of them too
– I know I shouldn’t, but I do –
Cause it’s cold.
And I miss you.
I miss every single one of those days:
Cold, made warmer by your presence.
But now I’m cold again. The days are too.
But there is no warmth
Funny thing is –
Feeling cold only became a problem
After all the time you spent shaking it away.
I know I should
And here I am
Waiting for the warmth to come back,
And this time, I hope for it to stay.
And hope its not from you.