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.

The Hiatus

I sat listening to the sound of the drizzle,

a stray dog by my side.

Thinking about all that is to come,

and all that went by.

I wished in that moment ,

that time be still for a while.

Gazing at the star lit night ;

Wondering…

what binds me to you so tight.

The abstract art I’m so in love with,

the shades of whom shine bright .

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©Toothfairy,2019