...because i miss you like the sea misses the shore,
always leaving but always here.
i miss you like the old gods miss the fear of death,
longing for the feeling of being alive.
i miss you like the clouds miss their raindrops,
dragged away by something far stronger.
i miss you. i miss you.
i miss you like a tree might miss its leaves,
unable to hold you for longer.
i miss you like a war veteran would miss his country,
slowly crawling to you.
i miss you like an immigrant misses their mother-tongue,
i miss your comfort,
and how easy you felt on my lips.
i miss you. i miss you.
i miss you, the same way i miss my own home,
where i could say
tenho saudade de ti, amor,
and you'd understand me.
