Roadmap

Very, very rough draft.

Roadmap

There was a time
I would have sworn on our life
I could identify each gentle valley,
every mountain, trace small
cracks and indentations
in your foundation
with my eyes closed and arm outstretched
grappling for your face.

But your words,
those I'd never heard and even in
nightmares of falling had not imagined.

Yesterday, my world was neatly bookended
in the atlas of your heart, layed open
on the roadmap of your face.

Then you cried.