benefit of my doubt
that you never knew you became
my north
my only important map
the one that i lost
the one that you stole
without a blink
without a qualm
without looking back
once
.
not yours to take
not yours to have
not yours to know
not yours
.
thief that you now are
you skipped the country
crossed borders
took my important direction
the one i lost
the one you stole
without a blink
without a qualm
without looking back
once
.
i am bereft, not yours
i am bereft, aimless
somewhat lost
surviving on locusts
(no honey)
in a desert
where i last observed you
and the priceless route
that forced me north
once
.
i alone seem to stumble
in some odd direction
.
i
don’t know which way to go
.
just don’t know which way to go
to get to you
.
or.
is
north
(perhaps, perhaps)
anywhere
you
are…
