There is more than a word
For love
As those we loved
Did not know we did
Saudade
I was told,
Is for longing
Of what is long
Gone
There is more than love
When you ask those eyes
To bury you
So you will not be alive
Alone
And when the river
Takes a wrong turn
You wonder how you will say
That you once indeed felt
And that you still remember
Nostalgia, the secret
binding
Called in different ways
That still makes you long
For the last scent your breath left
Upon her smile
As she walked away
Through the glass door
To be lonely
Alone
September 6, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
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