Nostalgia

One day, nostalgia hits from the past
And what I do is turn it into poetry
I’m a poet full of slang
In my head, I piece together memories of everything
That in a way makes me vulnerable, without a shield
My mind is stupid
It makes me understand that it’s normal in life
But it doesn’t prepare me for the moment of goodbye
And I feel bad while my heart burns
Some days I think, it’s too late for goodbye
You left without saying goodbye
So go on, in peace
While I remember everything
And in mourning, I fight a battle against myself, I regret
Animals, human beings, unable to love
Under the rubble, what’s left is suffering
It’s that no one leaves owing
The debt is always settled
And those who owed paid with their own lives
And again, the nostalgia of what won’t return
Inside here, the anger beats
Missing Uncle Farinha

So go on in peace, so go on
Every ending is meant to start anew
Let the light guide you
To ease my pain
And this flood of tears will purify me

Oh, Father
Bless your children
And give them the understanding of loss, Lord
The end is simply the beginning
For them and for us
Amen