Dorm Room Poetry

Wanderer

Wanderer

I still carry so many pieces of you with me,

like bricks at the bottom of my backpack

as I trek alone through mountains and valleys,

fields and canyons, desperately searching

for all the pieces of me

you seem to have dropped along the way.

Forget where they're hidden

and don't come looking,

because when I've finally located every last piece,

I will have someone new to give them to,

and I will only ask

that when he too drops all the pieces one day,

please leave them somewhere nice

and again I'll be on my way.