Maps

Following the maps

long written in my head

Through awkward phases

and troubled youth

Sinking ships with former loves

houses built on sand

________

Come to me in whispers

with fingers entwined

secrets shared and kept in pillow sheets.

Connecting dots

porcelain constellations

painted on flesh

________

We’ve come so far

now I can see further

until we meet, side by side

in the cemetery

because being near you

is living and dying in tandem

________

*Fun fact, I wrote this piece almost entirely backwards. It started a couple weeks ago with an image burned into my brain. As with many things in life, I could envision the ending, but not the steps I needed to follow. The image began to taunt me so I did what I could and worked the steps, backwards.

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