A Map of My Heart

It's a thin, fragile book

you would keep in a desk

the cover is elegant

and the pages, a mess

In black and red ink

stories scribbled and scrawled

and the ones that burn most

are the ones most recalled

Not a scratch on its surface

no smudges or stains

but the paper still aches

a hunger in its veins

This book is a map

and if you look closely

it resembles a heart

so worn, almost ghostly.

So if I am to lose you

let me lose quickly

don't erase it too slow

when I've loved you so dearly.