the missing parts

i think that this isn't true; i think that maybe it's my empty stomach growling out its annoyance at me, that it's also the realization of an end to a summer which has been all about endings. the leaving is easy and the arriving is always hard and everywhere i go i almost have second thoughts and turn back. and maybe i live by the thought that leaving is easy but lately i have a sneaking suspicion that it's less manageable than i think. as long as i keep filling up my heart with more people and more places i won't have time or energy or cause to miss any of them i tell myself until suddenly i do and there are so many there for me to miss.