Hiraeth
Did you know vocabulary can break your heart?
I learned a new word today.
The feeling isn’t new.
Fuck, I wish it was.
Longing for a home I can never go back to. Even one which never had a chance to exist.
I felt better that at least one other person had this feeling strong enough they had to assign it a grouping of letters.
So, I’m not completely insane?
I’m not alone in this, in wanting to be settled in a place I’ve never been.
In arms which belong to someone who was never mine.
At the warm hearth of a cobble home, in a quaint village…I’ve never been to. Contained within is a perfect configuration of timeless, heirloom furniture I’ve never even seen in a picture.
I’m intimately familiar with the manner in which early morning rain swishes across the single pane windows in this fictitious abode.
Paint on the window frame chipped and worn to reveal several layers of past lives, lovers, and dreams.
It should look old and tasteless.
It should make me want to repaint, breathe new life into this living room where I’ve never stood. But, much like me, it’s supposed to be here just as it is.
