"Sua graça caminha pela casa..."

[vogeley]

That day has come and passed. There was no colors, no balloons floating in the air, no shells. No you.
I can remember the gestures, the intentions, but I do not recognize your existence.
There was no rapture in this silence I did not choose... And I am starting to believe that will never happen.

So long for all the things you once told me. And, unlike that day, this winter have come to stay.