September
The days passed, a long time has passed. Your brother brought your things to our home, days later you arrived without prior notice, you saw me with disgust because I had taken too much, I could not bear the idea that I would no longer be your love.
I watched you and I could see the girl that his parents wanted you to be, that was not you, my moon, it was not you.
You walked around the place and you stopped at a note framed with promises, I know you read them and only gave a half laugh, did you laugh at our promises that we wrote ourselves? I looked into your eyes and did not see that shine you had.
You had a white cup and you said that there you made your coffee with cream and a little ice, but that you did not remember how to do it is because I made you that drink. My hopes were raised to the skies and I knew that I would fight for you.