Nothing is something.
When I say I remember nothing,
I remember the something I forgot
~ perhaps not by name but by symbol,
by feeling, by chance.

Something is nothing.
When it leaves, it goes
to a place I can’t see, don’t know
~ perhaps it comes back, comes again,
for a moment, for a while —
tender memories beckon smiles.

Nothing is not nothing
because it is something 
something is not something
because it is also nothing —
But how? Why? 
When do we see what we feel?

Have a beautiful day!