i do love a map metaphor…

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

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