Traveling

traveling in the
pocket of others
a lonely way
to see the world
forgotten like a
piece of lint
left behind on
dresser tops
with keys and coins
traveling through out
the years of
memories long gone
and as fresh
as the tracks
of wolves
stalking their prey
a moment of
sadness
a glimmer of love
long ago forgotten
restless nights of;
she once was...
and sleep comes
slowly now
while the words of
deeply held promises
are written in
the swirling waters,
entangled and obscure,
of meandering rivers
that always
flowww from now
to never
breath in
the deep water
i remember every
pebble
everyevery
uttered word
every whispered
thought