Reconstructing the Map

A forgotten smile reminds me of some bygone time.
If God keeps me alive, I promise
I will rebuild that lost map, somehow, no matter what.


Who belittled me or wounded me with a dismissive gesture—
rather than fall sick with hatred's fever and rage's grief,
I will save this heart from rotting away, one way or another.


Whatever spark I once carried within, I destroyed it all.
Now what remains is only remorse, and a little detachment.
Time has stolen away the moments of my life.


As soon as the rain ended, dreams floated away, and then I saw
I had lost my very direction in the mist.
Now I sit alone in silence, searching for errors in old accounts.