Saudade

Each time I return,
I find myself
to have lost track
of the life back here.
The way I was,
the way we were,
the way we lived
the way we sang,
has gone amiss
somewhere,
somehow.
They say time is money.
I shall pay all that I have and more,
if I could buy the time I have lost,
if I could buy the smiles and tears I have lost.
I return each time
only to feel a little less
than I was before;
’cause nothing hurts more
than to return to places
and find ways in which
everything there was
has changed.

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