Saudade is an untranslatable Portuguese word a for deep, melancholic emotional state of nostalgic longing for something that is absent. It conveys a bittersweet ache for the love that remains, is missed, lost, or was never had, nor existed.
I yearn to hear your soft footfalls Come drifting down the hall, To feel you curling up for warmth Beside me, to hearten and enthrall. No saucer waited by the sink. No fur strands upon my chair. No yellow eyes to taunt and slink, From shadows near the stair. I miss your slow forgiving purr. That mends my broken day. The quiet weight upon my bed. That keeps the lonely dark away. No shredded curtains by the door. No gifts of prey upon the shelf. No arrogant violin-string wails, To pull me free from myself. I never learned your secret moods. Your flashes of offended grace. The language spoken without words, Inside a cute, cocky whiskered face. No one is to share my grief, As I post yet another 'Want Ad'. Which says it all, really! Suadade 'tis the cat I never had!
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