That Place...

I looked for the stone where the note was left
It was so long ago,
and I know, I was living in hope of nothing.
I just wanted to find it, that connection,
find what was lost to me,
to feel, to see,
recall the sweetness of the memory.
The place wasn’t the same,
seemed smaller, less intimate,
standing at the gate, looking in.
I was caught in the moment for a while,
blinked away a tear,
Remembered the fear, the excitement,
and for a second felt the depth of loss again.
In that place which had once been our domain,
It felt empty, uninviting,
nothing like the space we knew and loved,
how different life can look over time
not quite as sublime as I remember.
With nothing left to see,
in silence I stood, alone,
vestiges of longing
still haunting me.