Though traversible, I am
A war-torn shard of a map
Showing only one side of a half
[the legible half]
Yet you know every landmark by heart
& instinctively, what will tear me
Further
apart
See, your initials are scrawled
neatly on the back & your wax seal
Still remains in the corner
[Cra/cked]
Evidence of your presence is ubiquitous
& my canvas too fragile to change hands
Now—
My treasure is lost in fragments
Here,
Found.
–LM
This is deeply beautiful ❤️
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Thank you! ❤
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Pleasure
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Wonderful poem 👍🤝
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Exquisite lines – perfect metaphor for those hidden secrets that we only let a few loved ones see. Beautiful!
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This made me sigh when I read it. With longing, maybe. Or understanding. Either way, it’s a beautiful piece and evocatively written.
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Damn….love this poem of yours….deep lines
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love this 🥃🥃
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