Everywhere there lie empty spaces;
do they represent an immense void,
or the mark of an unseen presence,
impossible to be transcended?
One sees an empty space on a bench
and muses: the profound loneliness
its sole passenger desires to quench;
the contours that could cure homesickness.
The promise of possibilities
and the magic of the vast unknown
abound in innocuous spaces –
secrets he keeps, thus never alone.
One day, this space would no longer be.
For one day, henceforth, her being would be.
– Agnes Chew