Of Sadness and Leaving

Probably, one of the saddest part about leaving is the memories left behind. In line with these are our associations to it in different things. It may be small, a key chain or a piece of paper. It may be large, a bucket of flowers, a huge teddy bear. Sometimes it can be a feeling or a mood. That little emptiness in time and space you are caught in a moment where, you are just there, existing, standing on the ground with only memories you hold dear to your heart.

Do you even wonder, why are these things happening?
Or maybe I am only sad. They used to be here, but now they are gone.

So I am staring in a window pane, alone with my thoughts of yesterday. I am looking at it with my soul longing for the past memories to please return. Relive! Come back to me, as well as the people who desert with it.

Maybe we all are destined to die. The more of this to happen...this whole leaving and making memories makes us sad. This pierce in our hearts, becoming a large hole.

A sadder human being looking out through her window pane, praying her friends to keep the memory also. Wherever they are now.