This visual poem is the pain of what dwells in between the letters, a reminder that everything in life has a beginning and also an end. The stages of grief, the colour and the lack of it, the touch and the cold absence of caress, the sadness and the gratitude for what once existed. A poem is that beautiful portrait we contemplate with a timid teardrop in the eye.
POEMA DA SAUDADE
The day you slipped away I felt a sharp sword tearing me apart
I knew you’d thought of me
An invisible string tied the two of us in that terrible moment
And I sobbed in your arms
In bits,
Impotent, restless, petrified
You were no longer in this realm
Somehow, I knew it
The deepest pain spoke to my heart
I heard you from across the ocean
In a sorrowful language,
Fluent
Your whimsical touch dissolving into the roots of ” saudade”
Which is more than longing
Which hurts more than ‘I miss you’
Which is the emptiness that you left behind
In my face
In my heart
In my sad self
And in my mind
Sadness-prolonging
Those red roses in your garden will never smile again
The comb that you left behind still had your black, straight, beautiful hair
Sleek Cabocla hair
The last hug that you promised to give me
It is now just a whisper in the wind,
Stardust that I see in my pupils when I stare into the mirror
Seeking your caress in the void of my existence
Crying your absence
Please look after my angel, Oh God
I haven’t learnt to live without her…
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