We leave pieces of ourselves in places we have been to,
with people we have loved,
in moments we have cherished
in pages we have read..
When we revisit, it is never the same place, thing, person or the time.
The place looks and feels different – enriched, fuller,
the people more familiar,
the moments more our own
the books a little thicker..
We yield a little of what we were
Grow into a little more of what we are destined to become.