Saudade: S01e03
Saudade
At night I lay awake to watch the 12 o'clock show.
It's not that I want to, my brain is conditioned to do so.
As the audio and visual begin to play,
A technicolour title appears; Saudade
From 12 to 2, the show usually runs.
Its episodes seem to be in pieces and shards.
As I struggle to recollect and grasp its content,
a drama begins to unfold, one of love and contempt.
Sometimes the show stretches on, from 3, to 5
Sometimes it goes on for an entire night.
As I come to the part where he calls me, "mine"
I find my self constantly pressing:
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
How the show ended, I'm not clear,
but the season finale always gets me to tears.
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