to two loves.

the moon behind the clouds on a sunny day...a bittersweet vestige of night hangs captive...

in the plane i watched you both until the mist in the sky was too much. Maybe it was the mist in my eyes. I can't tell and it doesn't matter. Suddenly aching in the places I played. Home is a faraway memory ready to come back full center. Focus forward my heart stays behind craving a simplicity I can't seem to allow myself to seek. A simple poetry in the simultaneous distance and proximity between you. And even though I'm only on vacation there is a tug of war between the two of you, and here and home. In a short time the island will be the memory and home will be the present. But I feel here more often the kind of woman I want to be and a different one to each of you. How much is true and how much is emotional residue I can't separate but saying goodbye seems only harder the second time.

I never told you but I sat by the truck while you locked up the adega. I inhaled the crisp ocean air and licked the salt from my lips. It was a small moment yet somehow I sensed things are going to change before the next time. Something much bigger that I cannot or will not be willing to overcome. Mabye that change will be with one of you. And you're both right about no promises and I make none to you. But that won't keep me from tucking a little piece of each of you as you are now as I am now in a memory box that will hover like the moon in the clouds -- a lingering vestige of night times past. com saudades. siempre.