Hiraeth
I stare out in the space between
Into the darkened air dimly lit
By the overwatching presence of a sole candle’s flame
Lying in its wrought iron blanket
This rough denim feels like washed cotton
Against my cheek damp rivers stain its surface
My skin glows rosy alabaster in the light
An imprint of what was once was
When you radiated warmth
And told me that everything would fit into its rightful place
A jigsaw puzzle with a crucial piece absent
A breeze drifts over and reminds me
Of your gentle breath against the hollow of my ear
Where you could feel the thrum of my heart
And murmur lullabies into my skin as I lay drifting
I’m waiting still for you
And I wonder whether you are hidden in the fire’s grate as
I stare out in the space between
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