Cartography

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