This week Rarasaur’s Prompts for the Promptless is Saudade:
Saudade is a Portuguese word that describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something/someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return.
Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one’s children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings all together, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.
Above text and lots more information at : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade
Brushing cobwebs from a cold dusty bench in my mind, shapes form in the wavering silken threads as they fall through the air linking my thoughts to you You were my first hero, the first who showed me people could be kind without offering pain behind You kept me from tearing skin from bone when you stood and fought for me that day; the first time I didn't stand alone I cried that day your kindness in conflict with your reputation your dislike of violence disregarded in order to stand up for someone who you saw, was tired of the fight You created a space for me Dragged the sun in for me and burnt away some of my darkness All without knowing how much you had done A simple split-second decision for you was a world changing moment for me You were a true friend where there had been none before It's impossible for me to comprehend I'm the one that survived and you were taken in your prime Lost just at the start of all you had begun I miss you and I wish I had been there to hold your hand and give you back the sun So many faces in these gossamer strands So many memories in these threads binding me to them But, no. No more today Now, I must go from this ghostly bench let the cobwebs and dust fill it back up I can't talk with you all, this bench is growing colder still I can not in this place remain Though I've love for you all, the sadness and the pain ... Born to be wild! But, the wild die. we should have heeded our own warning but god we had fun and made memories that would last a lifetime We should be having barbeques in our backyards reminiscing about "back in the day" Who knew a lifetime could fade away and mean less than any of us thought; just a strand of silken dust My lost friends,things I wish to share that I see, but the depths of time and space stand now between you and me and you can not hear me as I hear echoes of you; My Saudade