you were the paper on which my life’s map was drawn

the contours of my life
the topography
and the landmarks on my horizon
found their shape on you

i knew my north
by the compass
imprinted on your skin

and though i know i’ve walked this road before
it’s now strangely un-navigable
unfamiliar
unbelievable

i knew where i was once
but i drew the map
on you