Saudade

There’s no word for the feeling

of nostalgia for a place you’ve

never lived in or seen.

The dictionary fails to label

my intense longing for elsewhere.

My muted cries for someone

to take me away from this alien world

they tell me is my home.

How can one know they don’t belong here,

if belonging here is all they’ve known?

My mind tells me I must be mistaken,

while my heart knows something is wrong.

With all these people around me, am I the imposter,

or the only real boy amongst the wooden crowd?