Reading Maps

When I knew you,

I studied the lines on your face 

like a cartographer pores over 

rivers and inlets and roads on a map.

But I went off track,

With no way to get back.

So I tried to read

the signs on the road,

Like the lovestruck try to read the

Moods and minds of their muse –

and other things you can't use. 

I never knew I was bound to lose.

Now I've lost you

And I study your form

Like a photographer pores over

Postures and shadows and light in a room.

I stand at the back, and the shutters clack

as you glide towards the groom.