I love you, but you love maps.
Maps with direction and routes;
planned escapes.
Laid out, easily accessible
to doubtful fingertips.
With no itinerary,
you face the unknown.
Atlas lack hesitation
and you find solace in knowing
wherever you end up
you’ll find someone you don’t recognize.
I tell you I love you,
you turn to maps.
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