Hiraeth

All drenched in darkness,
My soul stays stray.
From dusk to dawn,
Till whites turn grey.

And I wait till autumn,
Kisses the spring.
I wait for my home,
To be back to me.

In this icy cold land,
And abandoned wind mills.
I wait for to hope,
I wait for to live.

As I made you my home,
That never was build
And yet you are,
One reason to live,

Like wind for the bird,
or roots for a tree.

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He sat there in the dark, with his eyes closed, trying to control the loosened tears half wiped the cheeks.

He missed her. But his ego had gotten the better of him, it's better to let go of the ones who cant be with you,'he had said to himself, and his mind with stern principal of not going back on his decisions was rebelling against the heart.

It was 00:01.One minute had passed since the most harsh of all lessons have been learnt.Yesterday was his birthday, and till the last second the phone had not ranged. "That one person who convinced me she didn't love me yet I was one of the closest to her hasn't called",he reminded himself.And the decision was made. To let her go, was the decision. To walk off from her life,or equally his own life.

He had always asked her, what would she do if he ever got lost, and she had said, she would definitely find a way to him,or maybe those were the words his optimistic heart had made, to calm the anxiety, to be in control, to be sane.

And yet so long has it been, but the heart won't give in,
they say time heals all, as it breaks all walls
as love gives all, and love takes all.

And still the cold chilly nights are same,
softly beating heart is the same to,
and so is his control.
A control that slowly sweeps his life away from him,
longing for a home, that will never be.