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 →