The books I never read
The words I never said
When I close my eyes
I see a face
What was once a clear sense of purpose and direction
*Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost.
Also described as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”
How you doin’?
A week since.
The memory of the smile reappears
into the foreground.
The kohl-rimmed eyes, that hair let loose,
they come back. Continue reading →
The day you grazed your knee at school.
Your nurse told me.
You never called.
The day you missed the bus on your way home.
Your teacher told me.
You never called. Continue reading →
A hand reaches down.
And picks them up, gingerly, gently, with care.
A fractured fragment.
A shattered shard.
Brittle, broken, ruptured remnants.
Places them in order. Continue reading →
On the chosen path
I walk alone
Except for Him above
And angels for company