unraveled
in the things
left unspoken
disheveled
in uncertainty
meandering along
another lost
spirit in a tide
of half haunted
wispy recollections
driving towards
another empty lot
unable to tell
if it is a reflection
of all the things
i am lacking
or just life’s way
of reminding me
my place in things
looking for answers
in the potholes
large enough to
swallow me whole
another storm brews
in pregnant anticipation