Our Empty Place

It's a desolate place
between my world
and yours
No people here,
just traces from
the past
where others' feet had
made a path,
leaving behind
a hair clip or poem
We crawl into the empty spaces
trying to figure out these
mysterious places
Dreaming it would last,
time is too fast
Thorns in our shoes,
dirt under our nails,
we take a bit of
this empty space
where no one lives
We leave our mysterious place.