wounds of the open road

as his footsteps trail the hollow hallways
of a broken empty house
he realizes that he too is broken
and very well never make amends.
as his steps creak against the failing floorboards
he runs his fingers down his scars trailing his frail body.
his scars, the only reminders,
wounds of the open road.
all that he holds left of his younger memories grown old.
this house no longer feels like home
and still he wonders if anything will,
since hes left.
alone, left to wonder and wander
through these hollow halls.
in this broken house.
in this broken body.
he is still left
with a forgotten taste
but still lingering on his lips.
still, he is left to wander and to wonder.
if he is the only one still waiting.