Costumbres

I thought I could forget, certain old customs
I thought I didn't even remember past things
I thought I could deceive myself by saying
Those things about life together, weren't marked
I didn't think I would miss a few words
Of those simple things we say before sleeping
Tomorrow a good day, in bed and in casual talk
A kiss after coffee and another day the same
The customs speak to me of things lived with you
I don't forget the joyful evenings with our friends

A program ending, early morning
The hug the affection, the light turned off
Those things that only time makes us forget
And then I see myself so alone, as I am now
And I breathe all the freedom one can have
Suddenly being free, almost scares me
Accepting myself without you, sometimes it's hard
How can I forget the customs
If I didn't forget about you?