Things I know for sure
are mapped out
in a geographical atlas
of love. The past has planted itself
in harsh terrains
over places that my heart
has chosen to forget…
but only for moments.
The geography of love
is measured by the distances
between what I gave
and what was left behind
through vast rivers of tears,
down valleys of disappointments,
into landscapes of forgiveness.
The lifeline of me is an illustration
that’s neither here or there
calculating winnings and losses
which have molded me into
some mystical monument at this time.
I have provided virgin territory
for another explorer
to conquer in me,
settle into my continent,
while allowing the outer
ocean waters of life
to gently touch the shores
of my heart
so I can give back what I know for sure:
the sum of my being.
