Innocently Inquired

It's in that space between moments that on rare occasions it trickles through. The faintest sense of nostalgia for a place I don’t remember ever knowing. I’ve learned to welcome this unknown feeling when it stops by, allowing it space just to exist alongside me. As we go about the day it contentedly reminisces on memories neither of us can quite recall. Innocently my mind inquired what invokes the melancholy dispersed amid its face, and the magic that envelops its entirety. Fondly it whispered your name.