Between the solstice and the perihelion

Lordelo, December 2021
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This is the place that I come
To do nothing
To hear nothing
To feel nothing
To feel everything

Just to look
And in between each look
A sense of longing
And a certainty

Missing goes beyond time
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Weeks
Months
It doesn't matter

I missed you

I missed you
When even you were lying
Right next to me
Gosh

In a clear day
There there far
Where the horizon bends
I see the shades of the mar
That's sea in Portuguese
A too beautiful word to translate
As it rhymes with amar