Saudade

How do you truly understand when you’ve lost something?

It’s not the rage or the sadness, nor the tears

Welling up to the hymn of melancholy that

Consumes the once spacious room you now rest in.

Nor is it the wailing inside from deep inside

Clawing on every trip past the mirror where

Despite the doubt feeding on your sanity

You swear, that out of the corner of your eye

Glimmered a once shiny demon that

Doesn’t believe in goodbyes…