The part that is empty

It 

seems

strange.

Even

empty.

But not

for the 

reasons

one 

would 

think.

As I 

cut the 

flowers

and put 

them 

in the

vases

I let

my mind

drift.

To another

life,

years

ago.

As I cut

the pine

tree sprigs

the 

smell

circled

around 

my nose

and into 

the air.

I would

wish you

peace,

but I can 

not.

All I 

can do 

is love

my life,

my path

and

let that

part of

me be 

empty.

Just

let 

it 

be

what 

it is.