Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems

Windswept

I should have known
when you refused to dance with me in the rain.
You said I would catch a cold,
but I liked the feeling of rain
pelting into my skin like needles.
You feared pain.
Maybe that's why you walked away.

You loved the golden rays of the sun
beating on your back
in the middle of the summer.
Ninety degrees never stopped you from doing anything,
and I clung to your warmth
even though my insides cringed at the heat.
But I was with you and I loved
every
burning
second.

Now we stand
miles apart
in the same room,
striking up meaningless conversations with every blurry face that passes by.
Time slows with every syllable,
and when you finally meet my seeking gaze
and my heart stops,
I realize that yours never missed a beat.

Through the window
an artist paints the lake ahead,
but I interrupt his masterpiece.
The brilliant blues morph into eerie grays
the longer I stare.
I almost pause,
but the wind urges me on.
It plays with my hair like you used to,
and a familiar comfortableness creeps up.

You're not here,
but I feel your fingertips
trace the lines on my arms.
My veins crawl to escape your touch
and for once,
I decide to do something for someone
other than you.

As I plunge my head into the water
and take my last breaths,
I hope it starts raining where you are
and you wish I was there
to dance.

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**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
I know I'm not very creative with titles so bear with me.
I'm not sure how I feel about this one either, but I spent a lot of time on it so I decided to post it anyway.
Let me know what you think, your comments inspire me to better myself.
Thanks for reading :)