Saudade

I said, I can forget and unremember. I said, to and fro I’ll look through and through, and what mattered and what still matters to me has always been… I couldn’t complete the statement. Just yet. Yet I’ve this trail in my mind that leads me to answering what might have given me an answer or two: you? us? nothing? everything?

Saudade is the love that stays, the love that remains. But not a bit of love remains, not a piece or a fragment or a siding of what once was a multitude of euphoria and countless genuinely put-out smiles stays. No, nothing.

I said, I can forget you and unremember us. But to and fro, looking through and through what mattered and what still matters, it’s always been an answer of an indefinite you, or us, or nothing, or everything.