canada

I drew a line. I drew a line parallel to yours. I tried to keep my hand steady but every now and then it would shake. I traced the borders on your skin, where the countries separated - what was mine stayed mine and what was yours stayed yours. I drew a map, I drew a map of your face and the streams that ran down it. I looked hard for something I missed, something that I hadn't yet seen.

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And I traveled, I traveled so far - across different time-zones. I couldn't sleep, there was too much to see, I stayed awake every single night. I traveled, I kept journals and photos - you should have seen me, you would have been so proud. And then it was time to go. I had that map memorized in my head, I knew exactly where it would lead me. I wrote something on the back of the map:

Someday, someday back to you.