I've traded my memories
For the oblivion
Of the space between happiness
And sorrow.
To float.
Numb.
And in the shades of greys,
I heard voices
Of the ghost
Retuning back.
And so my heart remembers
Those memories
That I've sold a thousand forgotten times.
And in the glistening drops of rain,
A Hiraeth envelopes my soul.
Reminding me
That you were my home
In this busy City.