Spur of Moment poem

Simple thing, where have you strayed
Back to those realms
Back to where I could dwell 
Is all but leaning on you 
Those days imprinted within fragments 
Of my very own memory 
You persists to sustain this 
Irreplaceable void no one can gain foothold on. 
- Sam, June 2012 
(inspired from some sudden imploded activity at the very odd hours of 12.39 am)