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I thought
That I could forget
Certain old habits
I thought
That I wouldn't even remember
Things of the past

I thought
That I could deceive
Myself by saying
That these things of common life
Wouldn't leave a mark

I didn't think
That I would miss
A few words
Of those simple things
That we say before sleeping

In the morning
The good morning in bed
The casual conversation
The kiss then the coffee
The cigarette and the newspaper

The habits speak to me of things
Of old facts
I don't forget the joyful afternoons
With our friends

The end of a show
End of the night
The comfort in bed
The lights off
These things
Only with time
Can be forgotten

And then I find myself alone as I am now
And I breathe all the freedom
That someone can have

Suddenly being free
Even scares me
Accepting myself without you
Sometimes it's hard

How can I forget the habits
If I haven't even forgotten you