When you lose someone,
There is an empty space
Left for the next person.
The next person to fill that space
Finds traces of what was once there before.
For an empty space is never empty.
When you clean a room,
There is always a tiny speck of dust.
It appears invisible from afar,
Yet is noticeable when looked upon closely.
When you lose someone,
Perhaps you do not lose them
For there is always a piece of them,
That is sometimes unseen, yet always felt.
Tommy-Girl 