Amidst the grey and green leaves that have fallen
out of last years trials and tribulations
rest pieces of you
that have belonged to the past for some time.

I kick my way
through shady remnants of your missing pieces
that crumble into shadows
of a forgotten life.

As I cross these paths I've held onto this wish
that your yesterday could become my today
because everything old
will eventually become new again.

I realize my tomorrows
have turned into wasted yesterdays
when I sit here and wish
on something so empty.

With my back against the wall,
my self doubt cheapened by a series of personally inflicted misfortunes
I fumble for the right footing to be placed
in order to stand tall again.

Now it's me
that feels my ashes scattered across the earth
like your fallen pieces cast down
among crumbled remains of life

as I stand here
with fumbled footing
trying to figure out the way to mold my ashes back together.