Emptied

I sense you here, in my secret place,
feet dangling from the breakwall,
your red tossled hair lost in reflections
of the sun dawning onto the lake.

I bring you with me to release you
into mist—for you to be free,
at least until I return and breathe
you in again to be reminded.

I wonder if you have a place too,
where you forget, like in the picture
of you gripping the rails of a fence
in a far off land, eyes emptied,

buried in thought. I wonder then
what you were thinking,
while I stroll down to the mist
to exhume the remnants,
and exhale my latest sadness.