Each door an open breathing in a space starred
The closer you are far, her saudade soft is hard
In the presence of an absence deep lingers long
Silence in solitas, writes us moving in a throng,
To love a going away, a ghost so real she hurts,
A picture in a book a word in a sentence bursts
Past a flowing you feel us shoulder to shoulder
A name that lifts a fog, whispers a newer older,
I feel I cannot know two sides of you you move
Love cannot forget the long and short we prove
In the quiet ways remain, strange & tender still,
Your soft ache our world had twice, yes we will
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
Each door an open breathing in a space starred
The closer you are far, her saudade soft is hard
In the presence of an absence deep lingers long
Silence in solitas, writes us moving in a throng,
To love a going away, a ghost so real she hurts,
A picture in a book a word in a sentence bursts
Past a flowing you feel us shoulder to shoulder
A name that lifts a fog, whispers a newer older,
I feel I cannot know two sides of you you move
Love cannot forget the long and short we prove
In the quiet ways remain, strange & tender still,
Your soft ache our world had twice, yes we will
Sometimes the mirage on your road wavers in a certain delight as if the dessert of our ways deep in the pie of night answers us with maybe, laughing as she pulls away, and I see you in the morning on this side of fate.
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