Saudade.

Daydreaming, in nostalgia

of those moments we shared.

Drifting, as my thoughts wander;

retracing the motion of your fingers

gliding the waves of my hair.

Inherently, in night’s twilight

I turn to find your embrace,

only to be evoked of your absence.

Reminiscent, of the journeys we took

arms entwined, steps in sync

a gentle kiss imprinted

on the back of my hand.

Cherrished seconds dispersed only in memory

never to be felt once more.

All is melancholy, some would say:

“Saudade”.