there is a feeling
undefinable but uncomfortable
some might call it
hiraeth
but it even goes further than that
for in it is encapsulated an intensity in which
one simultaneously refuses to release grasp
and yet still seeks to touch
that which cannot be consciously recalled
recounted
regurgitated
and so we learn to love the rust
even cherish its delightful crunchiness
on the palate of our craving knowing
while realizing that we have learned to
let go of that which never was
and yet always will be