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Hiraeth

The ether’d suggested,

          “Say something.”

                    I didn’t.

 

The photos bombarded,

          “Say something.”

                    And I didn’t once more.

 

His widow plead, cried,

          “Say something”

                    I couldn’t.

 

One daughter begged,

          “Remember?

                    And I couldn’t once more.

 

But I bought a cake,

           “Daddy?”

                    Lit the candles,

                              “Daddy?”

                                        And he didn’t;

                                                  And he wouldn’t

Answer,

Because I never did.

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Written by
liam-c-calhoun
Published
Jun 4, 2016
Lines·Words
20·55
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Hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places of your past.

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