you were like the flame in a candle
too close to hold;
too far to let go.
so i just linger
watch you dance with the wind
until i can't take it anymore
until my heart would be willing
to burn in shackles
if that means i could hold you
one last time.
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
