Bea Troxel be gone

It starts like and old forgotten tale
On the ocean of longing
The way you feel now blurs
The questions of belonging
Its the memory of houses
Where time was slow
The forgotten spaces
So warm they seemed to glow
This wait, this heaviness
It is knowing that the space
Cannot contain all that you feel
And the reason is away for now
The reason has decided he will
Be gone