I knew I would be leaving soon.
Religiously I felt out the contours of the land
Tracing my fingers up and down the ridges of the mountains
Grasping at strong stone
Trying my hardest to map out
My home in my mind.
I knew I would be leaving soon
So I tried my hardest
To ingrain the velvet moss of your skin
Into the memory caches of my fingertips.
Sometimes I can remember
Still warm in my mind
The packed path made worn by my bare feet.