To my mom
So many things that should
So many times that could
For how long must the clock still tick?
Talks that time won't let exist
Time in zones that won't permit
A house of cards, but made of bricks
Water that flows upwards and outwards
From within the chest and splashing to the ground
Love that flows likewise
Perennial
Eternal
As big as the world
Saudade.
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