My footsteps land on the broken sand

Leaving trails of footprints as I go

I look back to see them washed away

By the rising tide

My house is a building on a suburban street

My home is a place inside my mind

My heart is left with those I meet

My hearth is warm and kind

My footsteps land on the broken glass

Leaving trails of crimson as I go

I look back to see them wiped away

By the rising memories

My world is built on steel and glass

People walk in and out, rushing past

Me

A friend today,

A stranger tomorrow

A stranger today,

A friend tomorrow

My secrets are with those who left

Spilled across the air like black ink, bereft

Of any meaning

Strangers of today

My secrets no use to them

My footsteps land on the broken memories

Of me and you, of us and them

And I fall onto the broken glass,

Struck with grief

My footsteps in the broken sand

Were washed away when you decided you didn't need them

And thus I learn to move forward, but always looking back

Yearning for a place that once was

But never will be

Again

.

Hiraeth: A homesickness for a place you can't return to, or that never was.