The sadness of empty spaces
And things left behind
Layer upon layer
Like dust around the base of a forgotten flower vase
With gusts of memory
That blow in impulsively
From places you discover for the first time
The sadness of empty spaces within you
Is exquisite, enchanting and excruciating.
What forgot you,
Was given something from you.
Even if it never recognizes it,
Your journey with it, is eternal.
The knowledge of not knowing its destination
Burns and heals with scars
That become foundations
Of your being