Dancing Again in Barcelona

You left on a Sunday. No reason, no words. Just silence and

your perfume in the room. I tried to forget you by changing my

view. But the skyline looks the same in every city. Every face in

the crowd. Every song on the radio. They keep bringing me back to

you. I went to Paris and then to Rome. Walked the beaches

in Rio alone. Danced in Tokyo, prayed in Berlin. But I never saw you dancing

anywhere. I crossed oceans, I chased the sun. Tried to love

someone just to feel undone. Every heartbeat said you're still there. But I never