Things Unseen.

Light seeping through the trees,

Like tears falling in the frigid air,

Freezing on your cheeks,

Making you remember who is no longer there.

Light through the open clearing,

Never completely forgetting the feeling

Of people when they’re there.

Behind branches the light crawls out,

Like the feeling of missing you,

As your face gets blocked by a cloud.

In the end,

Pictures taken,

Can never capture the whole thing,

Never see the whole image.

But in the end,

You can always wonder,

Ponder the possibility,

Of what you don’t see.

The things not there.

Author's Note

I wrote this for school, so there isn't much to it.