The Map
By @thehattedtomfool
The map is empty,
cold at night,
the hotel room is still.
Staring at a wallet photo
missing who I will.
The map is sparse,
the sun is hot,
I open up the tent.
A single mattress lines the dirt.
The message at last sent!
The map is filling,
a blizzard rages.
I stoke the burning hearth.
I check the time due for your flight,
delayed, but down on earth.
The map is full,
the nights are cold
but we stole a blanket from the plane.
I close the map, you open yours,
"Shall we go around again?"
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