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Alexandra Carlyle
Poems
Aug 2010
saudade
There are things that I want
that you can no longer offer.
Time
,
mostly. You tendered it once, slipped
it into my waiting palms
like a tissue. My fingers didnβt know
what to do with that
delicate whiteness, fragile
like the edge of a dream. And now,
what can I do with this
sudden emptiness? The ghost
in your eyes still whispers promises
I know you canβt make. Would it be enough
to stitch them in colorful ribbons
and thread them through my hair?
Or will my wrists always ache
with the quiet pulse of memory?
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