Sometimes I am surprised again by loss. That what once was is almost inexplicably forever gone. I see their faces, smell their skin, feel the warmth of their smiles. I see myself again as a child, exploring a town and people that are altered and gone. That that girl is me, and yet part of the past, sometimes it pulls at me. Sometimes it tries to draw me home to that place, to try to hold on to the pieces that remain, and sometimes it just breaks me against the knowing that there are some things you can never come home to again.