THE MAP CAUGHT FIRE
What’s broken is the heart,
but what aches isn’t only it.
What’s been hurt is the love,
but that’s not the only quiet lost midway.
Softly, time revealed
what was necessary—row by row.
One stood in the midnight,
longing for a sun to warm what’s gone.
One, stranded on an island,
forgetting they once knew how to swim to shore.