The Fragmentation (Poetry)

It’s all come apart
the step-by-step guide
to a journey planned
our small travelogue
will never be made

I cannot keep up
with the diversions
those changes of route
and companionship
have me floundering

I miss lost people
retrace the old paths
in memory’s map
discover dead ends
each footprint a grave

I rest for a bit
dredge up energy
to face the next stage
but brambles lie thick
and my axe swings dull

Best leave me behind
where thoughts fragment wide
abandon my flesh
I’ll let my ghost ride
seek out where life’s gone