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December
12/06/2025
Juan Antonio Cuevas Amador
Juan Antonio Cuevas Amador
,
Juan Antonio Cuevas Amador
,
Another year,
same street lights,
same routine.
I catch myself
waiting for you
without meaning to.
If you still think of me,
don’t shut it down.
Another year and I’m here again,
looking for the place
where you used to stand.
December feels different
when your voice is missing.
Here again,
searching for you
in the space you left.
I walk past
the places we knew.
Just pieces of you
that never got replaced.
If you feel the same,
don’t keep it quiet.
Another year and I’m here again,
looking for the place
where you used to stand.
December feels different
when your voice is missing.
I’m still here.
If you are too,
say something.
Here again,
searching for you
in the space you left.
Here again,
searching for you
in the space you left.
December feels different
when your voice is missing.
December feels different
when your voice is missing.
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