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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