Saudade

you were the last to come,

the first to go.

there was a terrible flood for 13 days after you left.

“the gods are crying!”, they said.

i always thought it was you. you were angry.

i understand if it was.

the youngest to have to leave first is unfair.

if i was asked to go instead,

i wouldn’t have for a moment hesitated.

for there is no way,

no way in hell,

i could grace this world

like you would have so effortlessly.