Not One Step Ahead

He kept the pace, stole her breath
He had to keep one step ahead
The only thought he tried to keep
There was no place so safe, so deep.

They chased old ghosts as best they could
Forgot awhile as if they should
It felt so raw and yet so old
He burned within yet was so cold

He took a breath and failed to see
There was no road or way to peace
If fire takes the air away
There won’t be time to hear or say

If time is fixed and sadness moves
Where are the fates we have to prove
He tried to take each day to heart
But it was over so soon to part

Bereft and empty was the shell
Few stories could be found to tell
To travel is to leave your thought
Only then will be the road you sought.