The man in the red car

It's warm and the air is humid
I'm tired pulling the trolley and my notebook
I stood by the alley to wait for you
until I saw you standing near a red car.

In my doubts I tried to pretend
of not seeing the man
but to my surprise you took my luggage
and I rode the red car.

A smack to say hello
A smile to make everything comfortable
the man in the red car
is the friend I ought to see after all.

That was the beginning
and I could not but be satisfied with
the attention and vacation
that the man in the red car granted.

But deep inside I could feel
that the man in the red car
is far from reach
Then I know it was hurting inside me.

At the last day
A smack to say thank you
but i think the same smack
sealed the old friendship.

And now it is never the same
And I could feel the pain inside
That I miss the man in the red car
the man in the red car I almost loved.