Goodbye Me

I can feel how many places I have been in the fragments that wander with those who have cracked me
They have pieces of who I was clinging to their clothes, being carried wherever they may wander
Being dragged across country in an old pair of jeans, or an aging tee shirt
Going on new adventures that I was never really invited too
They go to the places that in fleeting, infrequent moments I may wish to be
But I know that I can never be, because those doors have been long closed to me
There are times when I feel sad; it’s the moments that I ache after the parts of me that are lost
Lost in the past, a place that I wish my mind would no longer wander
I wish to no longer yearn for the fragments of the person that I used to be