Life lived before. The leaf circling the sky. The breeze on skin. I know it.
Or I feel it. The wind like kisses. These things
just beyond thought glisten like oil on the synapses of experience.
Glimpsed on one side of consciousness. Saudade. To be in the dream.
To feel nostalgia. To wonder if
it all might have been
different?
Caroline Shank
Saudade is described as a kind of melancholy yearning. Melancholy means sad, and yearning is a strong, persistent longing or desire, especially for something unattainable.