saudade sits shiva

there is a special grief 
for what never was
the ache in knowing 
what we needed
but never feeling it 
between our ribs

there is a sorrow even as 
we claim our dignity
our hands can’t hold both
your bitter myths 
and our stories hidden beneath
so we let go of half loves 
half hearted relationships
painful places yes
but we called them home

it is a bittersweet thing
to be ourselves
an arriving and leaving 
a gaining and losing
an intimate tragedy
where loving ourselves
means losing the hope
of ever having you

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