a part of me is missing
cool damp evening air
perfumed by vine ripened fruit
cycling past the vineyards
through late summer gloaming
on my way to the tavern
for too much wine and a meal
alone with a pen and a blank page
the silence of solitude
dark-eyed waits patiently for her patrons
a small knowing smile playing
at the corners of her wanting mouth
whose present absence sucks my heart
a longing goodbye kiss
at the end of a night
on a hazy lamp-lit lane
but seasons pass
and many are the voices that crowd age
tolling bells phones ringing
the needs of the next now
and never now
so when a quiet moment falls
featherlight and fragile
our parting tongues entangle and
a single voice singing
saudade, saudade, saudade
the song of my soul
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