SAUDADE

You keep coming back to me..

Like the flu at summers end ;

I thought I had lost the key..

To the door that opens

your memory.

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You keep coming back to me

Like the mold from winters eve ;

I thought I rid my home off it..

But here it lay again

beaming at ease .

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You keep coming back to me

Like pieces of that broken glass.

I could swear I had them cleaned ;

yet , tiny bits poke around..

In hopes of having me bleed.