The way (poems about love and loss)

Vellichor

Used bookstores

hold books and words

I will never be able to understand before I am dead.

The wistfulness of the sad stories

I will not see

and the happy stories I will never be able to live.

Each particle of dead

floating words

that were whispered

in front of a fire

or on a rainy day.

And I long to breath in those particles

like I long to live.

Vellichor

is the word I live by

that describes every single

thought

and need

in my head

and echoing in my

heart.