Hiraeth

I always think of the places

I’ve left far behind.

Places where nothing happens

And all the days are doppelgangers.

Ragged advertisements adorn shabby walls

And the sun beams

Through soiled meshes.

I ask myself if the roads there

Are still lined with trees

Or

Has the love for motorways

Broken their monotony.

I wonder if the people I knew

Still, walk those streets.

Or maybe just like me

They’ve left… until eternity.

Do those alleys

Stay?

Or have bricked walls been razed

To give way to a culture of plazas.

Why, oh why, do I crave for lands bygone

Because I had wished to escape them

While the journey was still on!