Bound to this saudade –
the agony of knowing
I let you go, rejected
a love so pure –
the road has been long
pitted with heartache
you, my greatest regret.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own.)
Still, I Dream of You
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One Woman's Quest 
I felt this, which is the mastery of your poetry. I know the feeling, and maybe I’m always worried it will return again soon. Can you have many greatest regrets, I wonder?
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Can’t speak for different individuals, but I do know that most have “the one that got away”. For me, I would say is two and a half, lol.
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lol, 2.5. Like the American dream and the 2.5 kids. That pesky half-regret!
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Exactly, lol
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Your poem of saudade is exquisite. I first learned of saudade from a Portugese colleague who shared a video of a saudade song that left me weeping.
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The emotion is so strong…without merit it seems… thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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anyone who says you can live without regrets is trying to sell you something
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Haha – true.
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Shoulda woulda coulda but sometimes there is a reason!
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Absolutely. Easy to look back and think it would be all wonderful – I think that is called fantasy.
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Beautiful and sad! Losing or letting go of people never go away from our minds!
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They sure don’t. Thanks.
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💜
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So sad…the “what if” is captured so well here.
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Thanks.
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Welcome.
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The one that got away…always leaves us wondering if things would really have been any better. Your poem captures that feeling well.
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I imagine we all suffer this – part sentimental, part destructive. Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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