Do you hear it?
The hiraeth
Here it lies
City lights
The shining bokeh behind your eyes

Can you hear it?
The hiraeth
Here it lies
The rustling leaves
Of Franklin’s oak trees

Will you hear it?
The hiraeth
Here it lies
The snow knee deep
Childhood friendships we shall keep

Can you hear it?
The hiraeth
Here it lies
The ducks of bronze and feather
Make memories of hometown brighter

Every time
You seep back under my eyes
You act like no undone misdeed
Ever unjustly tainted your view
Of me

Every time
I wonder if you’ll ever send to me
The redress for the way you were sightless
With the lies
I did not say

Perhaps
The shame you weigh
Brings you to prove yourself
More than silly
As I deem you

Yet the tease
In your utterance never completely lost me
The reconstituted path however unaligned is gravity
As likely as not for my detriment
As for my good