coins in boots
Dear Paulo,
The other day, I was out and felt a coin in my boot. I remembered how one night of that week when you were here, you were seated on the ground looking up at me. We were deciding where to have dinner with our teammates. You somehow had a few coins in your hands. You decided to shoot one into my boot, knowing I won’t go through the fuss of taking it out in on te street.
I wonder how many small surprises I will continue to get. I am trying to forget you and suddenly here you are again - in my mind, in the empty streets of the city walking with me. In the many words In songs that seem to always speak about you.
Will I ever get rid of you?
