your map

is not my map

yours

holds spaces

i can’t identify

while mine has

lines drawn

redrawn

for reasons

forgotten

i’m not now

able to identify

or express

lost to antiquity

yet

come close

lend me your ear

those ideas lost

will come

to mean something

to you & me

if we choose love

over loss

set out to explore

these territories

we have hidden

from others