A Lighthouse In The Atlantic
The half bottom of a letter that was never sent
I’m reading Audre Lorde
and thinking about
how it’s so beautiful and heartbreaking
at the same time
I’m thinking about that for the most part
I’m just heartbreaking
If I just could put that into words
Into a good structure
Transform into a poem, send to you by pigeons
across the land and the water
If I could only look in the eyes of everything that breaks me and
ask for peace
I’m strong on the outside but so fragile inside
My atoms don’t know how to be
Nobody ever gave me a manual
And isn’t that weird?
We met randomly,
because we made maps of places
we don’t belong to
And we were born in places that aren’t meant to be
Places that are brothers,
from a mother long dead
Places that have a connection
nobody apart from us
can see
But I see you,
I hope you see me
too
And you saw me so much,
because I truly find it easy to be around you
And most of the time I want to not be perceived, but
I don’t mind when it’s
you
Places across oceans
the Atlantic
And we met halfway
in the North
on land
I hope this lasts forever,
Like Van Gogh’s sadness
But despite all our fears, I hope this is as
Beautiful
And as cheerful
As Van Gogh’s yellow flowers.
Saudades,
an untranslatable word that just a few can get
you don’t learn the meaning in school,
but by feeling it
the empty space left by someone you love
being so loud
you can’t help but
name it
a word
nobody knows
the meaning for
