saudade 2 (#8)

Now it has been 100 days

since the last time

we crossed our ways.

Days of pain, days of joy,

and still that feeling

that can’t be ignored.

Think about you and me

the good and the not-so-good.

The best and the not-that-bad

The o.k. sunday mornings

after the nights we won’t forget.

Finally, let it be. Whatever.

Deep inside I know what it means.

Something like forever.