How I Got Here
He hands me my gift
The high-tech phone
I’ve been lusting after
“It has GPS,” he says,
“Now, you’ll never
Get lost ...”
A sadness steals
Over me
From where
I know not
My love, who reads me
Better than he does
the stars
Takes the phone
Touches the screen
Hands it back
My eyes fill
My heart bursts
He knows me so well
On the screen
An actual, functioning
Compass
“It has both true
And magnetic north,”
He tells me.
I nod, knowing what’s next
And I say it too,
“But I’ll only ever need true.”
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