Saudade

The ease with which we slip off our skins around each other
The ease with which we drop our masks
Your candor, my trust; your what-ifs, my words.

The way our minds spin in sync
Swaying across this webbed floor of late-night conversations in ink
Every word examined, every phrase checked
Yet so much unsaid.

You’re comfortable,
I’m happy.
We dance over
the bones of
what could have been;
my eyes write letters
over your skin.

Your warmth is fire,
I am ash,
dying apart.

We race through the night
No time for nostalgia,
or dusty memories
We make new ones as we go along
We’re alright.

We’re alright, we’re alright
Together, we’re alright.

Inspiration: The Antlers. Kettering.