Left my home
Town now I’m
Back to a city
Where I work
It isn’t home
And where
I shower and sleep
Isn’t either
Here there
Is no family
Maison
Of comfort
Familiar spooks
Where I close
The door open
This world splitting
Time between
Here and where
Life started before
Drunks and girls
Before wheels
Fell off and my first
Spoonful of *saudade.
*Portuguese for a strong longing.
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