Saudade: (n.) a desire to be near someone or something distant
Caroline Martin
It’s unusually quiet.
Voices urge me to shout.
And I could scream a deafening shrill
But you still wouldn’t hear me.
How can you listen
If I can’t myself?
Until you can hear me whisper your name
Through new telepathic powers,
I’ll lay here and think.
How did it go wrong?
How can someone so close
Feel so far away?
But when you want to talk
Please promise me you’ll reach out.
For I am biting the gag in my mouth
Blood staining my lips red.
Your favorite color.
And I’ll paint myself in it
Until I get a response.