It’s that time of the day again…. I sit back, close my eyes, and a deluge of memories descend upon me.
Memories of you…. my ode to you.
‘Saudade ‘ a beautiful word in a foreign language… if you only look it up, you’d know….
‘Saudade’, my feelings exactly… but how to explain feeling to one who shuns ?
How to show my soul to one who laughs at that reckless passion?
What do I do… except…. walk away.
Or so I think!
‘Saudade’ haunts, and I was never any good at calculated indifference
If I could only wrench those backdated feelings out of my core..
But then… I wonder.
If I did, who would know the difference between you and me?
‘Saudade’ might make me weak but I will last
Like a rock, unwavering, steadfast…
Like spring that waits for winter to retreat
Like the voice in your head, deafening but discreet.
And that voice speaks to you, if only you’d hear
For its that one call you eternally run from
Yet I see it crystal clear, like the light of day
That I am the shield to your every fear.
I will be repose when your tired soul aches
The light in me will shine so bright
Dispelling the darkness in both our beings
Give me ‘you’; and the world would seem just right
And if some day, say, ‘Saudade’ beckons you
I will still be where you left me.. still fierce, still true….