hiraeth

jane says
there are five seasons
in everyone’s heart
all interspersed with hiraeth

a welsh word
with no direct translation
a homesickness
yearning
longing for something
that is not attainable

kind of like the blues
blue like daydreams
blue in kentucky
blue for losing
an ideal that
never existed

i told jane
i know this
silver thread
that connects
the sorrows of
our pining hearts

everything she’s said
i’ve lost before

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