Some Other Place Poem by Martin Kloess

I wander through my memory
The endless trail of what might be
To find a tale of once was me
And things I could or wouldn’t see

Each stumbling step revealed a trace
Another me some other place
Just one more thing I couldn’t face
The seething wounds of my disgrace

Twas more than merely memory
Or something loose I couldn’t place
I thought I saw familiar face
A face impossible to see

It spoke to me about a trace
A tale of all that used to be
When all the world was you and me
And all we did without disgrace

But all that’s gone for now I see
And all that’s left is lonely me
With echoes of what now should be
Now swallowed in a memory