I showed you the dream box
My brother gave me for Christmas
I cried talking about the note he had written
I cried telling you about the maps he had hand glued inside
To remind me wherever I go,
My family would be with me
I thought about the rivers and roads
The valleys and mountain tops
The blue papers described
I pointed with my finger where my sisters belonged,
Where my mother lived,
Where I could find my brother
I realized there were no actual pinpoints,
That my father could move anywhere on the map,
And that there were things on the map I hadn't given a name to quite yet
I want to put you there,
Pin you down,
Give you a name the same way I'd given one to the rest of my family
I guess I'm writing this to ask you a question
I'm asking you to stay