between the yes and no,
of existence in serenity,
where the coast hits the sea,

no-one to find in serenity,
the ashes of the past,
saudade of the none returning,

It is there that I leave behind a marker,
notifying my passenger self in passing,
to the difference of past anfd future tense

for the one I left behind,
so difficicult to forget,
if only for foolish feelings,

forever gone in past,
the foolishness of pain and childish love,
only to never have wanted to let go,
in feeling no better.
than a stranger in the mist,

to the one that came to ask,
only for my foolish self to fail,
as she deserved way better,

than the jester,
who dances at court.