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I send a text,
There is no response.
I make a call,
The cell rings on and on.
I ring the bell,
The door goes unanswered.
Like opening a gift
wrapped so beautifully,
pretty bow, paper, and all,
I find it empty
when I lift the lid.
A lonely cry rises up
When I remember...
He's no longer here.*
*Saudade is deep emotional
state of
melancholic longing for
a person or
thing that is absent, a
bittersweet
feeling of longing for a
loved person
who is gone.
See this poem @ His Newsman
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