a full meal

a full meal

in the remainder, the left over,
maybe even the thrown out -
in those eye opening glimpses
of a just created past - it sits.
it waits, its gone.

you wonder what you've lost or
gained, what you've learned, and
all that you've failed at, the
people you've let down. ever
so happily to sit in the
moment, but it goes, leaves,
always moving.

rarely do we sit and really
understand where life has
taken us - all the left overs
still remaining from full meals.