Maps

It’s buried away
Somewhere far into
A recess of your mind
Draw a map to give to me
And if I find my way on my own
It’s meant to be
To be of one
It’s meant to be
You with me

Perplexed by you
My gratitude
Is obvious
Nevertheless

It’s buried away
Somewhere far into
A recess of your mind
Draw a map to give to me
And if I find my way on my own
It’s meant to be
To be of one
It’s meant to be
You with me

If you had told me
A year or two ago
I’d be this close to letting go
And saying so
I wouldn’t have believed you