For the Christmas I spent in Berlin in 2018Christmas in Berlin
Berlin was as cold and dead as me
Christmas as lonely as me
Berlin whispered sorry
And I smiledMy eyes were opened
The truth laid bare
Endless texts kept me sane
Texts filled with fake omensChristmas in Berlin was ill
Coughs with Youtube in the background
No Kara or Markus to care for me
No stop chatting with hopeA halal supermarket was open
Pasta for Christmas dinner
A possible fun memory
Perhaps in another lifeBerlin smelled like lemongrass
Sweet beacon to guide me
A true contrast
An illusion of being freeBerlin could have been beautiful
Perhaps it will be on day
Until then I mourn the city
Christmas in Berlin was a funeralFor the Christmas tree I put up this year (2022)
Christmas ball
The Christmas ball fell from my hand
It shattered into a million pieces
I collected the shards
Traced the edges as though they were sadA burgondy drop races from my finger
The white flooring stained in a blinkI wrapped the shards in paper
Taped it shut so no one would see
Taped it shut so no one would be harmed
I tossed them in the binSoaked away my blood between my lips
An empty spot remains on the tree
I care not to hide itOn Tuesday I took out the bin
Looked out of the window all morning
The snow fell when the truck came
The shards were taken and driven awayI watched them drive away
Even frozen roads would sway them
All that remains is the scar I bear
And the lonesome tree bough
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Saudade
PoetrySaudade /saʊˈdɑːdə/ noun: saudade; plural noun: saudades (especially with reference to songs or poetry) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament A gathering of my po...