Empty Places

When we journey past places our loved ones used to dwell, our heart's remind us that a part of us still remains there. this phrase strikes me as super corny, and like something that would be stitched on a pillow, but i was walking in st.pauls this morning and walked past a friends house, and in the span of 30 seconds i relived 4 years of memories, and it was bitter sweet and left me longing. i think the heart really tethers places to memories, when we pass the places our memories live it's like knocking on a friends door and no one being home.