Saudade

Yearning for things

Lingering memories:
The phantom feelings
Of a time gone by.
Fingers struggling
To grasp what
No longer exists.
I can still feel
The same sensations
That I felt before,
But, when I
Open up my eyes,
It is gone.
And so my heart
Aches for what
Is no more.
How can I miss
Something so
Desperately
That I have
Never known?

Reviews

[Sir Harold Chesterhill ..]

On the spot, Ol' Bean! Your tireless disquisition does this old b*****d proud! You know, it occurs to me that I have not sought correspondence with a young dirty puzzle I encountered whilst on safari hunting the local Skeluk in Khartoum prior to the uprising. She was quite the duckling but her cupid's kettle drums were superb! Oh dear, now that I recall, she had a tragic mishap in those hot deserts. My best man Geoffrey and I were on a trade mission with my dear friend Magistrate Templton, whom had established a rather interesting laboratory just outside the walls of Khartoum. It was a particularly hot afternoon and hours of fanning me without break or water did her in. We kept her around for she had the most delightful expression on her face when she did her Hamlet sleep. Bully!

[Magistrate Templeton]

Bruhummm! My old chap, if I recall, that "dirty puzzle" from Khartoum is still there forever immortalized in that statue in which we placed her body. She was such a good maid. Who could have guessed that her heart was a size too small to handle the attentions of a gentleman. She was worth her money though, for the short time that she lasted.

Keep your mustache clean

Magistrate Templeton
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