Hiraeth
By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud
You’re a corridor of rooms I barely remember
A patchwork of places I’ve been
A once roaring fire turned to smoldering embers
But the shadows of the past won’t let me in
Into the childhood of laughter and joy
Where you are a house with two parents
Before the house crumbled like Troy
Perfect places protected by a precious mind
Preserved before it is forgotten
Wanting to go back but my feet keep moving forward
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