Sometimes when I am missing you,
I put those records on—
the sounds of Fado echoing
long after you’ve been gone.
And when I start to break down
and reconnect with all we were,
I let my mind run wild
to the most beautiful summer.
I still remember all the clothes we wore,
the smells, and the way the heat felt,
but it wasn’t the burning sun, my darling,
that made every fiber of me melt.
And as I listen to Amalia,
tears begin to pour like rain.
Because of you, I am certain,
I’ll never be the same.
So, I’ll take a deep breath, precious lover,
and get back to the anxieties of life.
Just know, the demand you’ve placed on my heart
is worth the ransom’s price.