Saudade

An intense longing, saudade for you, it and us.

The time that was once shared with sweet, seductive moments ... gone –

Lost in the eyes of the wind blustering against the hearts tears – shared.

The thoughts like a blade slicing through the memories – tearing us apart,

The heart felt more than ever before. A pinch of "salt" draws pain to the tempered wounds.

This wound bigger than most. This wound bigger than yours. Saudade my longing for you –

Wishing you longed for me too.

They are all now grey scale as I rewind 20 years. Pause. The crease of your lips still pierces my skin.

Wounded. Externally. Internally.

We both share the remorse of the death of the love that our young minds told us would

"Last forever". We got it wrong the ache lasts. The love doesn't. Saudade.