I looked at my dog-eared road atlas today.
Battered. Only turned to in lost, driving desperation.
I happened upon a page, with a red dotted line.
Felt transported. My fingertips running over names long forgotten.
Suddenly recalled in sharp focus.
Every step measured out and walked with you.
So long ago.
You, a globe trotter before you walked.
Me, a teenaged shuffler-guided by others.
I felt our path was bathed in starlight.
Imbued with adventure
Our feet journeyed together.
Then parted company. We followed differing scales.
I wonder where you are now.
Whether your eyes will ever journey to read this?
© Tom Tide 2016