a slow walk back

when you lose yourself,

get lost in another, the map
gets thrown out
the window,

the directions tossed in the wind.
no compass,

no sexton to guide you,
no signs
to go on.

there's not a star in the sky
to point at,
and say, okay,
that way, let's go.

it's a slow walk back
towards home.

but you go and leave the burning
wreck
of that life
behind.