Maps

I can honesty say I didn’t anticipate this day;

Perhaps, in comfort, I’ve settled.

We met in our prime, loosened with time,

And soon, in each other’s affairs we both meddled.

Hours spent together, or hours spent alone? 

It felt silly to wage a distinction.

We were thoughtless as sand, familiar as our own hands, 

And I was yours with conviction.

And still, as I mindlessly sifted the sand,

It seems you may have slipped through the gaps.

Where, for most of these years, we could walk with no compass,

You seem to be opting for maps.

I wonder where you’ve gone, if I’ve done something wrong,

Or if now your life is levelled.

I simply must pray that back to me you’ll find your way. 

Perhaps, in comfort… I’ve settled.