I lean against the fence. My gaze follows the sidewalk path that I had walked so many times before.
My eyes take in what they observe; an empty field. I allow my mind to race.
Thoughts of this field fill my head. I don't push them out. I am okay with letting my feelings overwhelm me.
Memories is all this field has left to offer. To me it's not a field anymore. It's a reminder of what I lost.
My eyes see a field. My mind sees what it was before it ever was a field. It was where I belonged.
I hate this empty field. How is it possible that after all this time, anger still creeps in.
I don't like this empty field. I don't like what I no longer see within it.
This empty field has taken a part of me along with everything else it took.
But then I smile. I see images of all the passed fun times that took place in this field.
I see a field. But it's empty no longer. It's full with the thrills and stories I experienced with my friends.